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"The Swan Lake" 500 Words Story III

Prince Siegfried arrives at his 21st birthday celebration on the palace courtyards to find all of the royal families and townspeople dancing and celebrating, while the young girls are anxiously seeking his attention. During the exquisite celebration, his mother gives him crossbow and informs him that because he is of age now, his marriage will be arranged quickly. Hit with the sudden realization of his future responsibilities, he takes his crossbow and makes up to the woods with his hunting buddies.

Getting ahead of the group, Prince Siegfried finds himself a peaceful spot by an enchanted lake where swans gently float across its surface. While Siegfried watches, I spotted the most beautiful swan with a crown on its head. His buddies soon catch up, but he orders them to leave so he can be by himself. As dusk falls, the swan with the crown turns into the most beautiful young woman he has ever seen. Her name is Odette, the Swan Queen. She informs the young prince that an evil sorcerer, Von Rothbart, who so happened to be disguised as Prince Siegfried's mentor, has turned her and the other girls into swans and that the lake was formed by the tears of their parents' weeping. She tells him that the only way the spell could be broken is if a man, pure in heart, pledges his love to her. The Prince, about to confess his love for her, is quickly interrupted by the evil sorcerer. He takes Odette from Prince Siegfried's embrace and commands all of the swan maidens to dance on the lake and its shore so that the prince can not chase them. Prince Siegfried is left alone on the shore of Swan Lake.

The next day at the formal celebration in the Royal Hall, Prince Siegfried is presented with many prospective princesses. Although the princesses are worthy of his attention, I can not stop thinking about Odette. His mother commands him to choose a bride, but he can not. For the mean time, I have met his mother's request by at least dancing with them. While the prince is dancing, trumpets announce the arrival of Von Rothbart. He brings his daughter, Odile, on whom I have cast spell to appear as Odette. The prince is captivated by her beauty as he dances with the imposter. Unbeknownst to Prince Siegfried, the true Odette is watching him from a window. The prince soon confesses his love to Odile, thinking that she is Odette. To Odette's horror, she flees into the night. Prince Siegfried sees the real Odette fleeing from the window and realizes his mistake. Upon his realization, Von Rothbart reveals to the prince the true appearance of his daughter Odile. Prince Siegfried quickly leaves the party and chases after Odette.

Odette has fled back to the lake and joined the rest of the girls in sadness. Prince Siegfried finds them gathered at the shore consoling each other. I have explained to Odette the trickery of Von Rothbart and she grants him her forgiveness. It is not long before when Von Rothbart and Odile appear in their evil, un-human, somewhat bird like forms. Von Rothbart tells the prince that he must stick to his word and marry his daughter. A fight quickly follows. Prince Siegfried tells Von Rothbart that he would rather be with Odette than to Marry Odile. He then takes Odette's hand and together they jump into the lake. The spell is broken and the remaining swans turn back into humans. They quickly drive Von Rothbart and Odile into the water where they, too, drown. The girls watch the spirits of Prince Siegfried and Odette ascend into the heavens above Swan Lake.

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"The Eye" Poetry VII

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,

No Evil shall escape my sight,

Now I have only one doubt left,

Which of the twain was God?

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"Darkness" Poetry VI

Only know i tried my best,

But reality cannot be deceived,

There is no freedom from it all,

And even if i leave and go,

It should have never ended that way,

I believe I m here for no reason,

Nothing to say, 

No words to explain, 

Those who want to live,

Let them fight,

And those who doesn't want to fight,

In this world of eternal struggle,

Do not deserve to live.

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"The Bird" Poetry V

With eyes upraised,

As one inspired,

Hence ,all you vain delights,

As short as are the nights,

An atmosphere of sorrow,

The sounds of a winter's night,

Naked woods and meadows,

A grateful mind.

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"New Start" 500 Words Story II

It was the best of my times at the time it was the worst, the age of innocence and madness; the time of sin and forgiveness; the era of isolation and darkness;

And I, on the verge of madness, would have repeated every day with solitude those unforgettable times whose truth is the only one that can be affirmed with dubious certainty.

We were somewhere in Norway whose name I do not remember, very close to the cold mountains and the white snow which was pure, when my madness began to take effect. I remember that I said something like:

-I'm lost, better guide me ...

All happy families are the same, they are together, there is love between them, there is always love but the unhappy are each in their own way. For example, mine began to be when I received a telegram from my brother, whose words were like this:

"Today Father died, I will bury tomorrow, sorry condolences"

Father died today, or maybe last week. But he does not want to say anything, he thinks I'm weak and I lose my sanity thanks to it, I do not know, the only thing is that when he told me, I did not feel anything As if there was no love and everything that I had been taught would not have existed.

I guess things could have happened in any other way if we had not gone to war, however, those things happened like that without being able to change them for something better and I said:

-I Believe things happen because we want them to happen ...

I'm so tired of hurting and being alone. I have no control over anything in my life. But I'm not like anyone else because I disappear much time ago, I don't regret nothing cause any person did care about it. We can feel pain. We can die. And I won't be the one to destroy anyone else's hopes and dreams.

Death is seductive: it offends and teases, frightens you and draws you in, tempting you with its promise of sweet oblivion, then overwhelming you with a nearly Luxury power, squirming past your defenses, dissolving your will, invading the tired spirit so utterly that it becomes difficult to recall that you ever lived without it...or to imagine that you might live that way again.

 With all the guile of Death himself, sadness persuades you that its invasion was all your own idea, that you wanted it all along. It fogs the part of the brain that reasons, that knows right and wrong. It captures you with its warm, guilty, hateful pleasures, and, worst of all, it becomes familiar. 

All at once, you find yourself in thrall to the very thing that most terrifies you. Your work slides, your friendships slide, your family slides, but you scarcely notice.

My desolation does begin to make any sense and can only ask to you, Can you help me remember how to smile? Because I cant...

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"The End" 500 Words Story I

I'm not sure why I'm writing this, I have no family and no friends, any dreams cause all were destroy ,a girl wake me up of my fantasies and I don't have really any future prospects. I want a new beginning, a place where I can be a child enough to live and yet man enough to survive.

I was raised in a religious family where I went to church every Sunday and was taught the importance of faith and God in our lives but after all doesn't matter anymore. I got hurt... bad... when I was a child, no little child should be hurt. I have a feeling I shall go mad and lost without hope, I cannot go on longer with this feeling, is killing me inside.

Why should I bother trying anymore?

I've been put on medications to help the depression...At night I cannot sleep. I have no control over anything in my life, I'm just so afraid of tomorrow! But I'm not even afraid of dying. I'm trying to watch TV but I'm so lonely here. I'm scared so much from crying that I don't have any choice in the matter.

And I won't be the one to destroy anyone else's hopes and dreams because they destroy me all of them ,specially this girl that I loved in secret. Never again because I will be in a better place, full of impossible dreams and fairy tales that i couldn't never make reality cause never someone gave me an opportunity to show my interesting and my eternal fight for it cause they knew that I would do my best and i would teach them that they were wrong with me, but still anyone gave one ,so always I fail.

I can't stand this empty feeling that I'm having. I'm scared that I won't stop and I would want to stop, I keep thinking about the pills but I will see her from above...and will I break into pieces, I'm tired of trying impossible things ,making me impossible illusions. I think about suicide on a daily basis... sometimes it's all that I can think about, each day in the train station thinking about spring, it doesn't matter because any person will care about it.

Football season Is over, I won't play any more games, any reason more to be alive with this pain, I can't fight any longer. If anybody could have saved me it would have been her but I can't go on spoiling her life any longer, is a good reason to disappear, I like to think that she will agree cause I'm a disappoint of person ,nothing more valuable, my best trait is disappoint people and fight for them without a reason that they can't see it or appreciate.

But I'm not I'm just like anyone else ,I'm strange and all people hate me for it ,I feel I have lived long enough.

Please pray for me, I have fought against it but not anymore.

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"The Lovers" Poetry IV

Bitter and hopeless in your veins are slowly stunning,

Keep some change in the sand,

You to see what you're thinking about what the left,

To say before you die you learn to pay,

Stand now you're the light but now they are calling,

My name forget my eyes waiting for someone's arrangement,

It makes you think that you love,

More hate than you think you were on your hands,

Ever seem to fall down no matter,

Are you sleeping or is it really true,

Right and you will live alone with your words,

Let's think about you and me it's not fair,

You'll lie to me I'd clear out my insides,

You around I go but I swore,

That's not how our song goes.

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"The Fallen" Poetry III

Eternal and untouched, like matter,

They follow me, they lead me through dreams,

The world is circular, so the wise say,

At one time it was;

A queen for any king,

Give me my freedom for as long as I be,

There are things I can't force,

There are no exact guidelines,

Born again...

To falling into the hell of her sins,

Together in underworld,

The angels, half happy in Heaven,

They envied us, her and me,

Forever in the underworld.

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"The Girl" Poetry II

This little girl inside me,

And without thorn the rose,

So fair and sweet,

Of spring the fairest flower,

Dances with the hours and graces,

Coloured like the dawn,

We maybe are strangers,

With fame and not with fire,

She was lookin' for a soul to steal,

And he was in a bind,

And lose his own soul?

Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,

Of a day without a tomorrow,

Exiles from delight,

To liberate us into life.

Is darkness of the night?

Is the moonlight,

Were we dance with her light.

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"The Fly" Poetry I

In no man's land,

Where the spirit was born,

The fittest place where man can die,

Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure,

But that we still should cry,

She passed through the darkness gate,

Through the roses,

I see your falling tears,

As in her shadow of death,

Under an unknown sky

On the other side,

We'll be able to fly...

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