The  terror in the wild west    

The carrage rides into  the town while look out amongst the plain of the land the hills that  stand high into  the sky and  the sun beams down on our horse drawn carage while we  roll down  the  enbankment  towards the city of   hope.
  The sound of war cry can be heard  while we look out in  to the western planes and  our guns fire out into the distant  land Indians can been seen pushing our horses into the  ground while the carrage comes to a grinding halt high into the mountains and away from the town of  heavenly  hope.
We get out of the carrage  and line up  along the  rocks of evil  whilst the indians look with  intent at our misfortune  while we stand in terror  and wonder what outcome will be and think of our loving family in this terror of the west . The indians walk up and down our group  and ponder their  next move.  
The indians single out  a  man  and woman in our group and holding out  their ponted  fingers take them away from us  behind a large  rock of shame.   Our eyes  beam with terror and shame    while  we hear screams coming from behind this massive rock.  The indians come back  with a twisted and satisfied  look on their  faces holding the clothing of the  man and woman and two sets  of hair that belong to each person.  
We look in disgust at the indians at  what  they have done to our fellow humans . We are then  escorted away from the rock and down towards  the tribe of terror thousands of indians  in the valley await our arrival  and our hearts  drop  with shame  and  terror waiting for our fate with terror in our eyes
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The Magical  garden of life

I stand around  and look  at a far distant  land  of  mystery with   desire and walk towards a gate  overlooking the  hills  high  into the summer sky above my shoulders. A lady appears and calls me gestures to me   with  her hand  drawing me closer  to the gate of mystery and suprise l follow her  through this golden coloured  gate which reaches high into  the summer sky  and find a land of beauty enchated forest   with rivers flowing  down a step  passage and flowers and light  grows everywhere.
The lady stands and looks at me  her posture look strange  like a ghost like figure wearing  clothing from  the past of yesteryear. I reach out to touch her hand  and my hand passes through her body   and she  smiles  at me  and  slowly turns towards  a wall near the the garden entrance   and  disapears  from my sight like the ghost of despair  and into a distant new land . I turn round and walk back  into the beauty of this  new found garden  forest  and  wash my eyes with  the water dripping down from the waterfall behind me .

I suddeny feel a sharp  nudge  in the corner of my back  and  l slowly turn around  with fear in my body and   the  tears of sweat  pour  into my eyes the ghost lady has  come  back into my path   she  stands over me  holding her outstreched hands   protecting me   in this beautiful garden of  pleasure.  I stand a gaze at the  magnificent  land  and   relax my  body  because l have found the  true  passion of life a beauty  lost  to life  and a dream l never thought l would  find.

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The  time traveller

The time lord   looks towards the sky  on a midnight sky  and dreams of far away places  and  walks along   an enchanted land of mystery.  The  time lord  walks towards his  great machine  and  switches on the travel data  and goes on a jouney  through time.  
He arrives in another time  and place with  his companion  for the great journey of   mystery  and danger.  The time  is the  early  century with the knights of the round table  battle dragons  and  demons  in a far away land.
The  warriors stand  with their swords held high and  dragons and demons  push down their fire  into the heart of the  knight armour  trying to break down the  fight of a great crusade with its powerful body  and wings of steel  crash  down on  the sword of steel.  
The time lord and  his  companion  looks with horror whilst the crowd wave their hands at the  warriors stand  and shout with hatred whilst the dragons  head falls onto a wasted ground  and  defeated with cheers of  great.  
The  emperior holds up his hand at the slayed dragon of hate and  fingers down at  the final  gate.   the time lord looks and makes haste at  the  crowd of hate and moves into another time and journey  to begin  another day.
written by wayne mockler
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