I really dont like this one!
A small panda lived next to a big panda. One day, the small panda said, "Big Panda, I have made a house of bamboo shoots. Do come and see how pretty it is."
The Big Panda looked at the house, "It looks very ugly, mine is much prettier." The bigger Panda's house was prettier, but it had been made of bamboo shoots that he had stolen from a Phoenix.
"Oh it is very pretty, I cannot compare." said the small. One year later, it came back. The small panda now had a house much prettier than that of the Big Panda, but the Big refused to look at it because he thought it would look poor.
The Phoenix found out that the Big Panda had stolen bamboo shoots, so it made the Big Panda give back all the shoots. The Big Panda had no home, so he went to that of the Small. The Small said, "you think my house is pretty now, but you didn't before. You are not invited into my house." The Phoenix hated hostility, so it swooped down and took all of the Small's bamboo. To this day, both Pandas share Bamboo shoots in a forest, but neither can enjoy life to the fullest.
A fable typically involves animals, and is mostly fiction with a moral.
Henry was a young boy of only five years old. He played outside with his imaginary friend Crayon and his labrador puppy Road Runner. As he played, carefree and innocent, he heard sobs from the forest. Now, his mother and father had always told the boy, "Do not go into the forest, for there are monsters lurking in the shadows of the trees." but the boy was too kind and could not hep but find the distressed person.
After a bit of searching through the spooky forest, he stumbled upon a young girl his age with blonde pigtails, sitting on a stump and sobbing. The boy knelt down.
"What is the matter, girl." Henry asked.
She looked up. "Oh, I am lost. I went into this forest even though my Mummy and Daddy said not to, and-and now I fear I do not know my way home."
The boy was compassionate towards the girl, feeling sympathy, and took her hand, leading her out of the forest. The girl smiled gratefully and exclaimed, "Thank you, boy. Thank you! You will be repaid, I promise!" and she scurried home.
Later that day after supper, the boy went out to play, sitting on his swing chatting with Crayon while his mother and father watched TV in the living room when he heard a rustling in a near by shrub. Curiously, he stood and walked over to the shrub, brushing back the branches to find a basket of yummy chocolate chip cookies and a stuffed teddy bear. Attatched the teddy bear's wrist in neat handwriting was a note;
"Thank you, young child for aiding in my assistance. This is a small token of my gratitude, but I assure you that you shall never taste deat and from this day day forward never know pain. Tears shall never fall from your eyes. Thank you."
And off in the distance, Henry saw a little girl his age with wide angel wings spreading from her back before she dissappeared in the sunset. And from that day forward, the boy never felt pain, never cried, and never tasted death.
A/N This is something I whipped up on the spot. I don't have much practice with these type of stories but I can never refuse a challenge so I hope it it descent. Basically, in case it is not clear. the little girl was actually an angel who will protect him for eternity because did good to her and there are actually two morals. One is that good will be rewarded. And the other is about forgiveness because the girl had stated she had done wrong by saying her parents told her not to go in the woods but she disobeyed them and the boy helps her anyway, instead of leaving her to face the consequences of her poor decision.
Crumbled to the core.
Drowning in sin,
Yet from my life he tore
All the fear from within,
All the pain and the gore.
For He so loved me
For He is so strong
That the strength of a tree
Can do no wrong.
No human nor shame
Can take this feeling away.
I will live for His name
Until my final day.
I'm doing it in poem format, so her goes
The fox was afriad of fire
though he was it's same shade
the shade of desire
the fox was afraid of fire
The badger was afraid of water
though it kept him feeling at his best
he felt at his best when feeling clean
the water kept him clean
the fox told the badger
his fear of the flame
the badger told fox
he was almost the same
for he was afriad of the puddle
the fox told the badger that the fire was worse
the badger told fox that the water was worse
they argued all night
and, though they were both right
they both did die of old age...
for though foxes flame burns the flesh
and badgers water stops the breath
time beats on and on
time is forever long
so don't fear the flame
don't fear the puddle
for both of these fears waste time
and time doesn't stop for anyone
it just marches on and on...
and there's not much left
of it, or this rhyme
Just write about something that means a lot to you. I personally write about my life and experiences but if you get blocked, just write about something that means the world to you. If you have already written about it, then make it a different story.
You are a very wise teen and I value that. You are the the one gold metal no one can earn. You are amazing and always remember that.
anones it dont matter to me and others
that is a nice thing to say...
For O' level literature we discussed this poem known as "Continuum" by Allen Curnow... it was him writing about his inability to write which was ironic...
best way to get over writer's block is to write about how it feels to have writer's block
Or, even better- you lose your memory when you wake up from your blackout. Then it becomes a lost and found story.