This poem is in recreation of Inconsiderate Llama.

Hey peeps.

So a few days ago, this one person in my class (I get to call her "Inconsiderate Llama" on here. Yay.) told me about how she wanted to do something really random and i made a poem out of it, just for fun. ;) So anyway, yeah. Enjoy.

Inconsiderate Llama

wants to shrivel up and die

on the side of the road

near a Chipotle. 

In recreation of Inconsiderate Llama.

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And so that concludes my poem.

Bye.

I regret nothing

So I was looking at Loren's blog and found this prompt. So anyway...... I wrote this story based on it. Enjoy!



Siting in the royal velvet chair that belonged to my mother, Queen Brielle, I quickly thought about the war that was happening. Here, in the city of Zander, the first war in 130 years was happening. I heard a gun shot ring out from a crowd, some shrieks, and heavy wailing.

I got up from the thrown, picked up the hem of my butter-yellow gown, and walked to the room filed with TNT and other explosives we kept just in case something like this happened.

I grabbed a few pounds of TNT and walked as fast as I could out to the courtyard, not caring that the hem of my gown was being torn apart.

After what felt like forever, I sat the TNT down and BOOM!

I saw my maid, Lacey, running up to me.

"Queen Ella!" she shrieked. "You blew up half the city!"

I crossed my arms and replied with, "I regret nothing."
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So this sucked, but I was in a rush (I need to leave for school soon, and I still need to find a) my earbuds, b) my right shoe XD, and c) my lunch money.)

Bye,