twilight.x asked:


Last night I couldn’t sleep, I was too anxious to set my eyes on the newest addition to Mount Olympus, my throne. After years of contemplating, the Gods and Goddess’s residing on Mount Olympus had finally realized my potential and invited me to join their precious circle. Now that I was one of them, I figured that it would only make sense that I receive the same treatment as them, so I demanded that Hephaestus build me a throne that was beyond my wildest imagination. I had carefully set out the rubric for my throne the previous week, thinking through every detail. When I finished outlining it, I gave the design to Hephaestus and he promised it’d be done in a week. Today was the day.

I practically sprinted to the end of the throne room, excited to see the masterpiece Hephaestus had so recently finished. Finally, I stopped on the floor before my throne, panting because I had been in such a hurry to get there. First, I noticed that I wasn’t standing on a regular floor, it was composed completely of sand, showing my love of the beach. I followed my eyes up the three white-gold steps when I noticed little writing engraved into them. After examining them closely, I was baffled to see that the little scribbles had been the names of my friends and family members who I cared passionately about. The next part of my mind-boggling thrown that caught my eye had to be the legs. These legs were no regular four poles; they were giraffe legs, artificial of course. This surely symbolized my love of animals, particularly giraffes. Next, as I settled onto the seat of my precious throne, I realized that directly under me was nothing other then a soft and comfortable layer grass picked straight from my own lawn. In the summertime, I would often lie on the grass, staring into the cloud-covered sky or captivated by a book, enjoying the comfort it provided. Having the grass placed on my throne would also be a year-round reminder of how much I loved nature. After that, I noticed the dozens of Crayola crayons glued together, hoisted a foot or so above my seat. “These must be the arms,” I thought to myself. Surely, this must be a representation of how greatly I love to color. Finally, as I pressed my back up against the backing of my throne, I noticed there seemed to be gaps in it. When I turned around to examine it I realized the back of my white-gold throne was shaped in no other form then a peace sign. Peace was something that I’d always believed in and persuaded others to abide by. Having a peace sign placed directly on my elegant chair would definitely spread the word of peace.

As I sat on my throne, awed by how dazzling and personalized it was, the only thing on my mind was to remember to thank Hephaestus for his wonderful work. I was positive that my throne would display both my personality and values for all to see. This throne would be a remembrance of me in the years to come.

Im not sure if I used too many.
If I used them wrong, please say where.
I really appreciate it.
Thanks, :].
Oh, in case you were wondering, it was a essay about if Hephaetus were to build us a throne, what would it be like.
She said to use ‘vivid adjectives’, so I tried my hardest. I know Im not the greatest writter, but Im only in 8th grade.

Tks again, :].

Jean

manofwordsddn asked:


A man buys several sheep, hoping to breed them for wool After several
weeks, he notices that none of the sheep are are getting pregnant,
and calls a vet for help.

The vet tells him that he should try artificial insemination. The
farmer doesn’t have the slightest idea what this means but not
wanting to display his ignorance, only asks the vet how he will know
when the sheep are pregnant. The vet tells him that they will stop
standing around and instead will lie down and wallow in the grass
when they become pregnant.

The man hangs up and gives it some thought. He comes to the
conclusion that artificial insemination means he has to impregnate
the sheep. So, he loads the sheep into his Land Rover, drives them
out into the woods and has sex with them all, brings them back and
goes to bed.
Next morning he wakes up and looks out at the sheep.
Seeing that they are all still standing around, he deduces that the
first try did not take, and loads them all up into the Land Rover
again, drives to the woods and has sex with each one twice for good
measure.
He brings them back to the farm and goes to bed.

Next morning, he wakes to find the sheep still just standing round.
One more try, he tells himself,and proceeds to load them up and drive
out to the woods. He spends all day screwing the sheep and, upon
returning back home, flops into bed worn out.

The next morning, he cannot even raise himself from the bed to look
at the sheep. He asks his wife to look and tell him if the sheep are
lying in the grass ?

“No,” she says, “they’re all in the Land Rover and one of them is
beeping the horn

Jamie