.:.~My Knight in Shining Armor~.:.
disclaimer: I do not own CLAMP or anythoer character...except Shiki, I made her up...
I wrote this in the 8th grade in my english class, and my teacher liked it...but I used DIFFERENT characters on the actual paper...which I don't have it anymore...but anyway, hope you like^^ ~Ally
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"My knight in shining armor is supposed to be a handsome boy who has bright blue eyes that gleam into the darkness…
My knight in shining armor needs to have short brown hair,
And bright blue eyes that gleam into the cold & damp darkness…"
"MY knight is cute" Shiki spoke.
Kurogane rolled his red eyes & looked away.
"Well my knight is different-he has green eyes" Pudding shouted out loud.
"I wish it WAS night already…"
Hayner groaned.
"Not THAT kind of 'night'-not the night we ALWAYS see every night-
We mean a 'knight' knight,
you know the one we always hear in those stories"Fai explained as Hayner shrugged his shoulders
& daydreamed some more.
But anyway,
"My knight in shining armor
needs to have bright blue eyes that gleam in the darkness,
Short brown hair,
And has courage written all over him…
Everyday, I endlessly wait for him…"
"But when I see him,
It's not the knight in shining armor that I've been dreaming about.
He doesn't have bright blue eyes that gleam into the darkness…
He doesn't have short brown hair…
He doesn't have courage written all over him…
My Knight in Shining Armor,
Turned out to be a GEEK in aluminum foil
In the end…"
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whelp, that's it... this is my only story that is short...can't believe it, I mean i wrote more like this one but i never got the chance to finish them...mostly because more and more stories keep passing through my mind, making me stop on the story I worked on and has to start on the new one...
my friends agree and like my stories, which make me happy...but, here are other people out there who Protest my fictional stories...those that I call "enemies/rivals Who hate me in every way"... Although I'm just a 16 year old who wishes to become a good yet famous Fictional writer, there are others who protest and deny stories that reminds them that 'things in their world are different'...but our lives are like Stories, stories that take place in the very beginning, and also carries there dreams and goals...however, when we lose our lives, those dreams and goals shatter like mirrors that reflect there OPPOSITE side of their life...
but we still don't know where we go when we die, I still ask god where those people go when they die and he appeared in my dream long ago and told me: "those lost their life because of accidents, murders or gave their last breath and die, they either choose Heaven or hell, may they be evil or good..."