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Could Magic Happen?

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Cary On Tuesday

Could It be Magic…
That’s what I’m thinking, every second of disasters. Though every time I want to believe that something can turn into magic I keep thinking that the chance of it is one in a million. But no-one can be positive all the time. My time is running out, and every second I spend thinking is another second to what I’m dreading. I believe that the bad things become good things. Even then I always seem to dread the bad things. Though maybe this time the bad things will become good, and I won’t have to pay the price for something that I didn’t do. Because that’s what normally happens to me in the middle of disasters. But magic could happen now. There is a possibility that my beliefs could come true, and that I would come out on top again. Maybe it could happen, it might…
It will…
It might be able to happen and I finally think that I might make it. For everything that could happen I think that I might have a chance to win over my enemy. Every time I look into my enemy’s eyes I feel a sudden urge of hope. I realise that I might not win, that I might fall. But I have to be positive, I have to keep on believing. I always keep on moving in inelegance and I think I can finally outsmart someone and win the battle. Could it be magic? Or could it be bad? I don’t really know what I’m worrying about… What else could happen? Nothing… I’m going to win…

I’m winning! I’m going to out smarten my opponent. I am using my inelegance to beat him. He’s not really that smart. He challenged me to an IQ test and he got what he deserved. It’s magic! I’m beating him and he is the smartest kid in the class! I am amazed with myself! I am finally winning at something, finally beating him! He is not going to win, he is not going to outsmart me! Once I win I’m just going to walk away, so that its fair and even. I won’t rub it in his face like I normally would, but I’m going to let the fact that he has lost soak in. He is not used to losing, and he’s not going to like loosing. Especially to me. He hates me, he always walks past me and gloats to me that he is the smartest in the class. But I will finally show him that he can’t gloat and then expect to win at something. I guess I’m learning something today. That you don’t actually have to be good to win. It just comes to you. And victory feels good, victory feels very good. And now he is going to lose…

The final question and I could win this. It’s a hard one, and I can’t believe that I can do it. But I can do it. I know this question like the back of my hand. It’s the easiest question of them all:
“The square root of 169”
Some people may think that that is a hard question to answer, but not me. I can answer it in a second! I think… My mouth begins to move… I shout the answer…
“13!”
The answer is correct! I finally win what I’m destined to do! I’m free! And I can run!
I have won!
And I’m done!

Star-Struck

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STAR-STRUCK

The show must go on…

That’s what I always say to myself in the middle of disasters. It works, and I always come back on top. I’m the star of the show. And without me the show can’t carry on. So that’s why I say it. Because the show can’t go on without me. I always try my very best when performing. Because I have to. People rely on me. Everyone looks up to me.

But now I’m in the situation when comforting myself won’t fix my problems. A disaster has happened. I’ve broken my leg. The star of the show has to dance in the show. And with my Brocken leg I’m afraid I can’t perform. What will I have to do? Will the show go on? Will I, Heather Grouper make it out on top? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. But I’ll figure them out one way or another. The show is special to me. You get that, don’t you? Well, even if you do. You won’t help me. No one helps me in the most difficult of times. But I have to hope. Hope that I will make it out on top, like I normally do. But I’m afraid that that won’t happen. And that I will fall, harder than I’ve ever fallen before. But I can’t doubt myself. I have people out there waiting to see me, to see me dance and shine in the spotlight. That’s the life for me. A life of fame and fortune. I love the glamour. I love when it’s all about me…

I’m starting to panic now. What If a replacement won’t come. Will I have to do it? I would like that. I would like to perform tonight. The show is about me. I’m the star, not some hippy fake! It’s my show, my spotlight. If someone performs for me then the show will not go on, I will destroy the show…

But remember what you said.
“The show must go on…”
Even though I hate to face it, it is the right thing to do. A replacement will be found. A replacement has to be found. If one isn’t found, then it will be a disaster. And the only thing worse than me not being in the show is the show being a disaster. It will ruin my career. I guess a replacement is better than me losing my job…

A replacement has finally been found! In a way that’s good news, but I’m star-struck. I was born in the spotlight, and to see it go is going to be an emotional sight. I remember every night me waiting in my dressing room, gazing into the mirror and beaming. And then finally walking onto the stage and starting to dance.
That’s really fun, and I hope I’ll be able to do it tomorrow, or next week.
The good news is that we have found a new replacement. Her names Barbara, and by the looks of it she’s a really good dancer and performer. I’m sitting in the front row, watching the performance. It’s good, really good. I’ve never really seen the show as a person in the audience… But now I am, I am happy. Happy for someone to do my job.
And as I remember saying nearly all the time,
The Show Must Go On…

Power Man

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Power Man

After all, tomorrow is another day…

That’s what I believed up until now. But know I realize that I was wrong. Tomorrow will not be pleasant, tomorrow will not be nice. I will try to avoid it, and try my hardest to stop it from happening. But of course I will fail, I will fall harder than I’ve ever fallen before. Unpleasant events will occur tomorrow. And I will be the cause of it. I should’ve thought about what I said, why did I say tomorrow would be different? Why would I lie to my son? He’s turning nine tomorrow, and I won’t be there to see it. I won’t be there to see the proudest moment of my son’s life. All I can do now is hope, hope that somehow I will make it out on top, like I do usually. But I’m afraid that wont happen. I won’t end as well as I hope. It will end worse, much, much worse than I plan. Way worse…
How will I end out? How will I, Arthur Rodgers survive?
The day I’ve been dreaded, the day I never wanted to happen. I’ve tried my very sheet to stop what’s going to happen. I’ve tried my best. I can’t do any better anymore. I’ve done everything. I was up all night. How can I manage what will happen, how can I manage? If I don’t even know what’s going to happen. I guess that might be an advantage, I don’t know what I’m looking for. Maybe it won’t be that bad. But my dream told me so, and my dreams never lie.

My dreams are always correct, I know so. Everything dream I dream happens sooner or later. But my dreams aren’t important. What’s important is going of to find what’s coming to get me. But it would come to me, I consider to myself. It’s coming after me. Should I run away so it won’t harm my family, or should I get my family out of the house and wait for it to come? I’m going to be brave. I’m going to get my family out of the house and wait for it to come. Hopefully, it won’t be too long. I can feel it coming. I have to act fast.
I’ve got my family out of the house, they’ve gone to the circus, but it will be over soon. It’s got to come soon. It’s coming now, I can feel it. I’m different, I’m strong, I’m powerful. I have powers beyond your dreams, I can punch through a wall. I can see into the future. How do I know this? I know this because my dreams told me. I foretold the future. I’m ready for the unthinkable…

It’s here! Everything I’ve been preparing myself for is here! It’s a soul demon. It’s a black shape shaped like a circle, its massive. I fly at it, I go straight through it, but my soul it being pulled towards the demon. My soul is being sucked away from me. My body is being sucked out of existence. But I know how to stop it. My dreams told me how. I have to breathe it in, and die. My time has come. It has to come. I’m not invincible. Now is my time to die. I suck it in…
M mouth is fuming, I want to open it again and scream. But instead, I swallow. My body falls onto the floor, and I die.
I finally what I was meant for. I was meant to stop this demon. I have fulfilled my purpose.

I must die now…

Goodbye…