Zyromaximus000

*READ DESCRIPTION BEFORE CONTINUING* They have been writing poems in the hidden room for the killer bees. The most brilliant soldiers would cut the grass near the window washer just for fun. While the killer bees waited and watched them. There was an ancient dress next to painted a portrait of the queen of the killer bees in a darkened room. It's said that the queen killer bee came from a poor family. The queen wanted to help her children prosper and so went on a journey to find better employment so she can raise her children in luxury. Except, all that changed when the firefighters attacked. They destroyed the queen bee's home and forced he

The sun just between the icy mountains as I hear a nearby river empty into a lake. It's the melted snow being filled into a pit of it's own creation. It's almost sad to think about the melting snow. It's warm, but I feel cold inside. Although, I should feel lucky to be alive. Life isn't something everyone has and not everyone gets to keep it for very long. I can't help but gaze at the majesty of the setting sun as it turns darker and I hear the footsteps coming behind me. I turn to see my friend Alex, he sprints as fast as he cans and stops just a few feet away from me, panting. After a minute of him trying to catch his breath, he finally spe

"Where's My Mommy? Where's my daddy". I'm sorry little one, they're no longer here. Close your eyes, go to sleep, and dream a better dream. They may not be with us anymore, but I know where they'll always be: In your heart and in your dreams. So dream a better dream. When you're scared. Just close your eyes and dream your best dream. In your dreams, you're safe and sound and you make your world your own. In your dreams, you'll see them there. In your dreams, they'll always be there. I'm sorry they can't always be with you. I'm sure they're sorry, too. Just close your eyes and dream your dream, and make a wish, too. As you dream a better d

           A child looks out the window wondering what it's like to be out there. His entire life, he grew up alone. He didn't have very many friends, so he didn't know what it was like to have and share special memories with special people. Nobody in his life was special to him, not even anyone in his family. To the child, they were just regular people. It's really lonely not having anybody special in your life. When you cry, nobody hears you. When you laugh, there's nobody to laugh with you. There's only silence and the occasional echoes of your own voice. This is why the child wondered if the outside world was diff