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  1. The Valiant Knight Who Fights Unworthy Battles and Stuff By MissingBit Let me tell you a semi-real story. It involves me and my sister. It was an ordinary day like any other, after-school, saying hi to my mother. I sit down on the couch in my living room, and my sister comes in to seal my doom. "MAMA!!!" she shrieks with all her might, looking like she just might explode like a loaded barrel of dynamite. And explode she does. Well, not literally. By calling my mom she has claimed the territory for perfect TV watching. My mom enters the room and asks what's the matter. My sister immediately gets sucked into a spiel about how she was there first and deserves to watch her show. Oh, how convincing it was. But like a knight itching to go into battle, I unsheath my fact sword and prepare my opinion-deflecting shield 3000. I fight and fight and fight and fight. My opponent is strong and has much power in this castle, but I do not throw in the towel, not yet. Soon, very soon, I am defeated and am banished to the dark corner of the castle. Like any valiant knight should, I reflect my battle. Was it all worth it? For a TV? I could've negotiated with my sister. In the end, if not anything, it taught me a lesson. Pick the fights that deserve to be fought for. And instead of hanging my head in shame, I own up to what I did. And we make a deal.
  2. The Autumn Oak

    The Oak tree in autumn A tall mother with many sons Swaying gently in the breeze She drops her children without a care, Hitting their heads on the cold hard ground. The mother starts turning red, A final notion before death. Her children watch from the cold hard ground Wondering why she dropped them. The wind howls like a dog gone mad, Waiting for the cold-hearted snow to emerge. The children follow in rampage seeking revenge On their absent mother. The mother slowly withers away Wishing her children would understand, When the wind scratches mother gets weary, She must lower her kids to the cold hard ground. The mother slowly closes her eyes, As her children are swept away by the gale, And the wind howls like a dog gone mad And air begins to shiver.
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