A story

We had set off for the mysterious islands of far away from Busan. We were on a big ship. There were my friends, Bak Bumjin, Grumm, and Gonff. We were going there to see the world where anthromorphic rodents dwelled. Infact, Grumm was a mole and Gonff was a mouse.

We were on the ship for 2 weeks and it was one day where the currents were rough and we were attacked by the sea rats. It was the most serious and frightening moments I ever experienced. The currents became ever more rough and some parts of the ship were being bombed. Scared to death, I threw myself overboard. Now, I was now scared about the sea. I was wondering if any kind of marine creature was lurking around below and the storm was too overwhelming. For the first time, I felt a great fear of the water and it made me think back of my mom saying that she feared water the most. I tried to swim but I couldn't. Suddenly, a big piece of wood was floating. I managed to grab it and safely landed on the shore.

I woke up and stood up. I found that one person was on the beach as well, so I woke him up. There were no signs of anybody else, not even my freinds. So we decided to travel together in this unknown place. We eventually came into a forest. We were really hungry and we wante some food. As we walked on we saw a castle. I wondered what it would it be like if we went in there. Would we be safe? Would have to unsheath our swords? How would the think of us? Would they tolerate us?. We were both still with neither side making any direct decisions. Then we saw A mouse and a squirrel. They welcomed us in and we were invited to join the feast as guests.

TPCASST of A Paper Bag

1. I think the title means something like something that’s made by a paper.
2. I create my head as usual,
by using a paper bag,
Down to the collarbone,

Add eyes around my already-existing eyes,
Using purple and green,
Spikes for surprise,
A nose that looks like a thumb,

Another mouth over an already existing one,
Drawn by a pencil,
Flat red,

Along with a fresh head, the body then,
Spanned as is it was a stocking, and so tired could,
Dance again; if there was a tongue,
I might sing,

An antique sheet and its Halloween,
And may I ask the reason for the worseness,
Or more scary,
This paper bag

Like a dumb thing, it’s got no past,
And always comes into the future,

Pictures that represent hope to me

Picture 1:

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Hate poem

I hate you,

I am nervousat your prescence,

at first , I was glad to meet you,

but soon, you put me in a dark, dark

place, do you know how my heart sunk,

I hated you when you touched

my chin and made me look at

you,

and I hated it when you always

always steal away my toys,

and didn't give it back,

even if I bark,

Its the same thing with food

I hated it when you

bother me when I'm eating,

I want to bite you,

I hate, you when you pinch me too hard

and make me not breathe for a moment

one day I will bite you

so hard

This poem is what my dog may think of me.

I didn't have much trouble writing this poem unlike when I'm writing

other poems.