TheBudgieCotton

"For, all people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever."

(1 Peter 1: 24-25 )

 My irl friends: 

•  @Silent-Is-Sus 
•  @Codlok
•  @E-wiggin
•  @Lime_Is_Crime  
•  @Violet12w 
•  @ILoveRavenclawHouse
•  @bigg3stburb01 
•  @Chrisbme 
•  @RENDERed-Studios 
•  @BeanerschnitzelM 
•      I'm Sarah and I have three sort of stupid birds (they really are I promise). Anyways my life is a life like any other life.

The dark clouds seemed as if they would pour the rain down at any second. You could already hear the thunder. The creatures started getting inside their homes. The crows who had been trying to find food in the farmer’s field started finding shelter. Then it began, it fell on the leaves that were as dry as a desert; it fell on the dry brown and ugly grass; it fell on the farmers' fields; it fell everywhere, the farmer, his wife, and children went outside to feel the rain fall on them. It started pouring. But then the lightning struck the poor farmer's house.
          

   Terror black as night, feeding on fear.

   Destroying all hope, and sense of happiness.
   Creeps up your spine and into your brain.
   Terror, a feeling, a thought that kills.

The Farmer couldn’t speak, all that he had just felt before the lightning went away. His face went pale. Nobody said anything. He and his family just stood there, looking at the burning wood that once was his house.

My scratch account: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/BudgieCotton/

SLYTHERIN RULES