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The sun has set. The world is at peace. The silence prevails. The red sky turns navy blue. And the creatures of the night, feel the time is right. And wake from their daytime slumber. Wolves howl their chorus up to the moon, as she fills the darkness with a silver light. Owls fly on finding their prey. Little mice that scurry about in the brush. A deer leaps and bounds into a feild Where he gets his breakfast of grass. The sky appearing as a black velvet dress The stars glitter upon the blackness. The moon a pearl necklace. Clouds move in slowly. To appear as a pillow for the moon to rest upon. Oh the wonder of the night. The

PAST PERFECT (PLUPERFECT) - PAST - PRESENT - FUTURE Had verbed - verbed - verbs - will verb I walk into the room, and everybody stares at me. At my flash clothes, the hair, the grin, the swagger. Not one of them thinks to tell me about the banana peel someone had left on the floor. Most stories are written in PAST tense. So when you need to talk about something that happened in the past, you use the PAST PERFECT. This chapter is in PRESENT tense. Well, you'd use PAST tense, right? Well, it's not that clear, now, is it? Readers are used to the PAST PERFECT for flashbacks, and using just the PAST tense can feel awkward. I walk into the room,

you are my starboy; stand in the spotlight just a little longer as long as you'll come back to me. meet me under the stars, look fate in the eyes and tell off anyone who ever lied to you about how i would wreck you into dust. all eyes glint with your arrival and still you float across the room and take your place by me, they all see a hurricane but i know you're a gentle rain. soft and soothing and thought to be beautiful but such a tragedy. i hope one day the stars don't outcast you to earth as they did when you were born. you have always belonged somewhere so much better than what we have to offer.

The halls of science tell this tell… Hope this is what one young girl wanted for the world. In order to accomplish her dream. She left her family. Following the path leading out of town. After having packed some resources. Including rare material. That had been recycled. From the recent war that had occurred. After a couple of days. The child came upon a stream. Sitting down she opened her travel sack. Only some bread remained. Just as she was about to eat it. Footsteps could be heard from behind. An elegant looking woman stood next to where she was. She looked at the bread that the smaller woman held. Never taking her eyes off of it

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"It is hard to believe this is your first autumn." The pair of two walked along a pathway strewn with the colored pieces of the trees around them, a short distance between their arms. Her hands remained folded behind her back as they walked, while the taller speaker of them walked with a relaxed gait, his hands idly swinging by his sides. As they walked, she focused on the colorful ground with eyes opened wide, a look of childlike awe on her face. It was the most expressive the smaller lady had shown him in all the months they'd been living together -- and he enjoyed every moment of it. "Well, as I've said before, we didn't exactly have an