#AWESOME

I realise that my latest few posts are a bit bad... So I decided to make up to my fellow readers with a new series of Englishy stuff. Here goes... The room seemed much smaller than how I had remembered it as a child.  The faded leather of the sofa was still the same.  The redolent of the room was still the same.  And despite the dust, I could scrub away at the layers to my childhood. Climbing up the wall, my hands finding the nooks and crannies instinctively, I was able to burrow into the straw of the loft the way I used to... A harsh, nasal voice intervened in my peace.  I tunnelled deeper into the straw, hoping that this foreign being wouldn't locate me. "Hello the cottage," exclaimed the voice. A pair of rough, sun-browned hands reached through the hay and gripped my arms. "Do you think that we wouldn't find you here?"  I froze in shock. Takeshi had returned.

A great battle was fought. The Nameless One swung Green, slaughtering foe after foe, and his sister, Penny went to Hiems' peak, and indeed did she find what she was looking for, even through the bitter cold. Weapons did not mean victory, Order had become very powerful, Creativity was turning into Chaos. They fought many moons and many years, until Penny was an adult, and she wielded her daggers as well as her brother. They fought until oceans crumbled and the sky turned to glass and shattered and the ice turned to sky. They fought until the sky and the earth severed and then interlocked again, and the stars feel and the night was completely dark. But still they fought. They fought until they died, until the world burned and from the ashes, the new kingdom was gone. And that is why this story must be told.  The lady with the silver streaked hair and the stern blue eyes cocked her head at her granddaughter, reiterating the tale. "But why, granny?" "Orde...

HHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!! Dis, my readers, is my chance to get revenge on Jessica Gan for posting a stupid post about me that made me leave the blog. Anyway, now I have joined again.  That was a while ago.  Because a bunch of random people posted #WeLoveYouAnnie, totally not true, and I received two emails from the people who blog with me telling me to rejoin the blog or else. I wish I had thought of this idea earlier.  REVENGE! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHH! I will just copy the layout of Jessica's post, cuz why not? What Jessica is known for... 1). Being super-smart How many times has Jessica posted: Wahh, dis person ish so smart, dis other person aah, so englishy. Then she says: I AM DUMB!!!!! How is this true? Well, I disagree. Did I mention she always get 100% in any sort of test? 2). Pretending to be lazy Ahhhh, laziness, a quality I possess. See? At the beginning, everything was done on time, towards the end, nothing is done on ti...

Green had always known it was important. Creativity had created it out of mist and magic, and it was very, very important. Green was always "it" never she or him or they or anything else, not because it was disrespectful but, on the contrary, Green thought it made him rather respectable. It was proud to be an inanimate object, and prouder still, when it was wielded. It was an heirloom, the most significant, and most beautiful of heirlooms, or so it always thought. Ir was a singular deer horse knife, or crescent blade; it had no counterpart as he had no parallel. It was not the bright green of grass or the starling green of leaves, but rather, a quiet, dark green, one that seemed to pulse. And in its green, there were streaks of blue and yellow and purple, but only when held up to the light. It had been made of mist and magic and dark places, and when it was hidden in a cavern under the sea, it had marvelled at the bright fish and the many magical things of the sea, too hi...