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Protect Your Bloody Head

Protect Your Bloody Head By xXIvoryElephantXx 15/05/2014 This is a true story, no altercations, no lies. This is a fragment from the life story of a boy. A boy in year seven, only about eleven or twelve, whose life has been totally altered. It’ll probably never be the same, but all we can do is hope and pray for him. This is a story my neighbour told my Mum. This is a story my Mum told me. This is a story I shall share with you today, to warn you, to hopefully save you. This is a sad, depressing, real story of a family whose going through hardships. It’s hard to believe it all started with some stairs. xXxXxXx It was a Monday m

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Protect Your Bloody Head by BlackFlyBird, literature

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Protect Your Bloody Head

The Summer Forest by BlackFlyBird, literature

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The Summer Forest

The summer breeze flowed throughout the forest, The trees swaying a musical rhythm, There are no signs of destructive tourists, Destroying all the animals freedom. Small forest animals are all playing, Jumping from green tree to green tree all day, The water in the blue lake is spraying, Nothing in this place is the colour grey. Leaves continue to fall across the sky, Scattering throughout the midsummer day, Eventually breaking up to die, Lying there to decline and to decay. Soon it would turn into Autumn again. But the animals would wait until then.

Rain by BlackFlyBird, literature

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Rain

I sit here on my bed with my window open and eyes closed. I can hear the rain as it falls from the sky, making small splashes as it hits the ground. It continues falling in a soothing melody. Birds are chirping away in the distance and as the sound mixes with the rain, causing the suburb to sound as if it's a rainforest. The frequent sound of cars driving along the road and whispers of people walking by makes me feel more at home. It's neither to hot nor to cold. I can sit here in my school dress and feel totally at ease. I open my eyes and look out side. As I move my face closer to the window I feel a soft breeze. The trees are lightly