I believe that everyone is special and everyone has some extra-ordinary trait. What makes me extraordinary? Frankly speaking I don't think that I have to think too much to answer this question as I already know the most beautiful trait of my personality and that is I never give up. I believe that life is full of trials and tribulations. For me every Failure is actually a red traffic light. Mostly people tend to stop and cry on their loss

at this red light. There are some people who just keep truck on this stupid red traffic light and mourn throughout their life. They keep standing there and never realise that they are just dealing with a broken red traffic light. But for me, this red light is actually an opportunity to think clearly and move ahead. Therefore instead of bawling my eyes on this stupid red light, I keep on going. That's what makes me special.

Back then I hated myself, still may do but I had to go through few things to realize that I matter and that I am beautiful. I appreciate me and love me enough to stand up for myself and defend those who can't!

Other that I love in me is the courage! Courage to say what or how I feel! I am proud to be myself..no! proud to be my weird self.

Learn to love yourself and throw the negativity in the trash! If there is even 1 person to say you are ugly or fat or anything babe, stand up, say something sassy, and walk away with confidence! You got this!

i love the things i hate

that my hair is curly

my skin is dark

my fragile fingers

my brown-green eyes

the way i can think forever

and find the deeper meanings

how i can feel so unforgivingly

i love the things i hate

There were one hundred heavily armed soldiers behind me as I wound my way through the deep forrestation surrounding the Congo River. There was no slowing down, and certainly no time to rest. They got on my trail at Monono, and pursued me through two full days of all out running under unrelenting monsoon rains. The pack on my back was heavy, being filled with millions of dollars worth of unprocessed diamonds which had been secreted away from the kimberlite mines of Botswana, and the DRC. I would be a rich man if I could make it to Lake Tanganyik, and if I could bribe a fisherman to take me to Tanzania, and if I could get aboard the train at the Kogoma railhead to Dar Es Salaam. Granted, there were a lot of “if’s” but it was also a lot of money.

I found a cave on the Kombola completely by chance. A waterfall had, over the centuries, worn away the rock behind the falls, leaving a space large enough for a man to walk into, while the water itself provided a veil to the entrance, and its roar drowned any sound that might give me away inside. I built a fire with wood from an abandoned pack rat’s nest for warmth, and laid my soaked boots and socks out to dry beside it. Using a stick from the fire as a torch, I went to explore the rest of “my” cave.

Near the backwall was a hole, a hole so deep and dark that my torch could not reach the bottom, but there was something down there, some bright spot in the darkness that piqued my curiousity. I gripped the torch between my clenched teeth and began to climb down, my fingers and bare toes gripping the cold, slick rock walls as I went.

I estimated I had climbed forty feet when my foot touched bottom. The torch was burned to nothing, but the strange glow I had seen from above remained, and shone brighter still in the pitch blackness of the cave. I reached for it. It was a... a... a laptop?

The computer was most likely dropped from above, as its face was cracked, but it still worked, so it could not have been here long.

Someone had been here! Someone who might return... and my bag of diamonds was still up above, along with my shoes, and my change of clothes!

I pressed the laptop’s face for light, and glanced down at it. “What was this site that it was pulled up to?“ I wondered. “What was this Prose.com?“ I began to flip through the posts, finally finding a cold rock to sit on while I read and tapped at the “like” button for my favorites.

“Hmmm...” I thought. “Maybe I should try posting a story?”

That was a year and a half ago now, and I am still at the bottom of this cave sitting amongst the cold, watery drips, and the slimy rocks, typing away at my stories, but I see no rush... those silly diamonds will wait until I finish one more Challenge!

Everyone told me that “One does not just go out and conquer the world,” but I had done it. I allied with China and took over Mongol while the Mongols were confused, and used the Chinese and Mongolian armies to take over Rome. After that, I used all their armies and took over other places, and used those places’s armies and so on. Why did the armies in those places join me? Well, I threatened to destroy their villages and towns. That’s how I took over the world. I wonder why nobody else could do this?

The Fight For Rome

The Japanese controlled Mongolian armies were at our doorstep early in the morning. We were in an insignificant little village, but we would have to take part in this war anyways. I was one of the twelve guards in this village. The first we saw of the Mongolian army was a giant siege machine. It was coming up the hill to the village. Right as it fully emerged, it shot a huge stone ball of destruction and death. The ball hit the wooden wall around the village and the ball shattered into pieces. The shrapnel from the stone ball shooting in all directions. The wooden wall bursted inwards and sent wood flying everywhere. Most of the wall fell down and I was knocked off my feet by the force of the stone ball. I fell over the ramparts. When I woke up, the village was being burned. I got up, but I stumbled. My head hurt. I got up again. I had to tell Rome.

The plane lifted off the runway, starting its long journey to California. Everyone in the tower was watching intently. This was a new model, supposedly the best. The plane gradually rose to a specific altitude, then leveled out. Everyone in the tower cheered. Pilot: “Leveling out the plane. See you soon New York!” The plane accelerated a little and the plane was lost into the horizon.

On Board the Plane

I looked out the window. A mountain range was below us. I imagined seeing a skier slithering down a mountain. I was interrupted by the pilot. Pilot: “We seem to be losing altitude but we are handling that. Please keep your seat belts on.” A couple minutes after, there was some turbulence. I always got scared when that happened. We started tilting to the left. I hated when that happened, too. And then the whole plane swerved to the left. Everyone got scared. Pilot: “Sorry about that, we seem to...” The pilot was cut out, and the plane started plummeting. I floated up out of my chair, only my seatbelt to hold me down. I started panicking. We’re gonna die. The plane leveled out for a quick second, but began to plummet again. The mountains were getting closer. Co-Pilot: “Please keep calm. Keep your seat belts on. We advi...” He was cut out. The plane thundered towards a mountain. My breathing was speeding up.

Cockpit

“Mayday, mayday! Both our engines are down! Mayday!” The Co -Pilot, Deven, waited for a response, but none came so he returned to piloting.“Shut off the engines, Deven!” The pilot shouted. The engines shut off. “Now try to angle it!” “I can’t!” Deven looked out the window. The plane hit the snow and exploded.

10 Days Later

We have found the plane. There are only 2 survivors.

His father always told him that he'd rather be the hunter than the prey. Jack wasn't so sure anymore. He didn't have the heart to kill the bunny, but he did it to impress his dad. At least the bunny died peacefully. Jack had to live knowing he killed a bunny. The prey had it easier even though it seemed the other way around.

"Can we go home?" the kid asked. I started crying. We would never be able to go home. Nothing would ever be the same! We will always be running, always hiding! We will probably never find our parents. Anybody else we fine will either be evil or eventually die, and the world has ended! Everything I've worked for is gone. I heard a helicopter. "C'mon, let's go!" I pulled the kid up and we ran towards the helicopter. We were too late. It was already gone. But what it brought with it was not. "Can we go home?" the kid asked. "If we run!" I shouted.