Creative Writing

Here is several pieces from my latest writing;
It was cool and clear, a cloudless night with the moon's rays caressing my cheeks, the wind playing softly with my hair, whispering it's secrets to me. With the sounds of crikets chirping in my ear and the scent of Datura filling my nose, I climbed down the trellis and lept safely in the cold grass.

As I layed down to sleep, a wonderful feeling of peace became apart of me, surrounded by love and happiness, feeling the cool breeze from the window, I felt as if my life had just begun.

I watched sorrowfully as he turned, walked to his horse, and disappeared behind the hedge of Hydrangeas. I cried bitterly as I sank to the ground, the stone cold upon my bare feet." Until we meet again." I said aloud to myself.

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Sorry

Hey, Sorry I haven't posted in forever. I've been extremely busy with school. I found a funny story about Mr. Obama that was sent to me. Here it is:

A man died and went to heaven. As he stood in front of St. Peter atthe Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him.He asked, 'What are all those clocks?'　St. Peter answered, 'Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has aLie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move.'　'Oh,' said the man, 'whose clock is that?'　'Thats Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating thatshe never told a lie.'　'Incredible,' said the man. 'And whose clock is that one?　St. Peter responded, 'That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life.''Where's President Obama's clock?' asked the man.Obama's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan