Answer: I dont know if that's what you meant but im So Sorry if it's wrong
Explanation:
Blake slowly knelt down before the book. He was frightened though curiosity overruled reason. He was breathing deeply, though he heard a softer breath coming from below him.
"Impossible;' he thought. "It's just a book!”
He told himself that it was his imagination, that a book can’t breathe. The volume was tilted towards him. He had knocked it back and out of sight upon touching it.
“A conscious book? That's silly! Well. maybe not.“ Blake always read Sci-Fi and horror books where inanimate objects always seemed to emit some sort of energy. Something that the puny human mind couldn't understand. He didn't believe in any of that. but he decided he turn over the book just in case.
He slowly turned it over. prepared to be attacked. But no attack came. There was a green liquid covering the back of his hand which began burning his fingers. Just as he made this observation. the same green liquid began pouring first from the right shelf, then the left shelf at an increasing rate. When it touched the carpet, it disappeared. Blake heard the fast flipping of pages and the cry of a little girl. Then. everything stopped. He heard the clicking sound of heels on a floor which he surmised was the librarian.
He couldn't trust anyone. Maybe she had something to do with the book. He ran into the other corridor until she left. He waited, breathing heavily. He heard the clicking sound getting softer. and he knew she had walked away.
He ran upstairs and found his mom.
"Mom, I think it's time to leave,” he said, never planning to enter that library again.
Answer:
That's nice how about my Poem.
Explanation:
No Need to be a shadow i see you
No need to be muted i can hear you
No need to cut your not paper
No need to Hang your not a coat
No need to Fall apart because of a guy you'll soon find better
No need to play with your life You are not a toy
No need to not feel loved I love you
No need to feel Numb I'm here
No need to pop pills Your loved
No need to Commit suic.ide There is to much to life
I think all I'm saying is Life is Way more then school, job, rest and repeat There's adventures Happy moments and Horrifying times But we all soon get over these things Your in this world in a life For a reason Life it with a purpose ....Kaz
It might be said that his answer was "love". the idea of love is pretty much associated with family. Morrie seems to enjoy physical closeness and a strong need for affection. He argues that family is "one´s foundation" and the love and care a family can provide is extremity valuable for a person. While quoting Auden (his favourite writer) he said "love or perish"
