- people rushed all awround me. i felt scared just standing waiting at the bus stop. a man bumped into me and droped his walet. it was full of cash. he had dissaperd into a very big croud of people. i only spoted him when he walked out of the croud. i decided to dash through it i took an easy breath and befor i knew it i was past the croud of people. i went to the man and since i didnt want to talk to a stranger i tried sliping his walet in his pocket."are you stealing from me?!" "no! you droped this and i was trieng to give it back" "...no ones ever done that..every walet i drop people keep...thank you..is there anyting i can help you with?" i thought about going back through the croud of people " can you drive me home i dont like the crouds on the bus. that day i swore to always return what people had lost. and never be in a croud of people in a bus stop.
- by orangechanel |
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- | Submitted on 09/13/2009 |
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- Title: people
- Artist: orangechanel
- Description: this girl doesnt like crouds. but she faces a fear of joining one.
- Date: 09/13/2009
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- ~Twilight Fairy Of Light~ - 11/02/2009
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Oh my. What a wreck.
I'm sorry, but this is painful to look at. To be taken more seriously, try to punctuate and capitalize properly, and spell thing correctly.
Once you do that, I might actually be able to read this without wincing, and I can critique it. - Report As Spam