Vladimir's First LOVE (heartbreak)

Vladimir's first love was what a person would expect form a teenage boy. Zinaida led Vladimir on, perhaps she did not know what she was doing to him, but it is more likely it was exactly what she wanted. The attention that Zinaida gave Vladimir to believe that he had a chance at her heart. The only thing Vladimir knew was that a beautiful, older woman was paying attention to him and not treating him like a child; therefore, in his mind he was another of Zinaida's suitors with an equal, if not better chance, at having her heart.

My Precious

The precious is our precious object. It let's us fly to the far away place. The precious belongs to us only we can have it, only we can use it. We are nothing without our precious. The precious makes others respect us. The precious will make us big and powerful.

The precious was taken from us. They took form us to make us small again, but we need to precious to be us. We are not us without our precious. The precious gave us a place, so we are nothings without the precious. We can feel us ripping without the precious,all the time it gets harder to hear each other. The precious kept us together kept, it kept us whole.
We have split apart without the precious, the love that kept the relationship strong. I am alone now and don''t know what to do without the precious love we had shared.

It has been a year since our precious love went away, and I could not see us ever loving again. However, I am now building a new precious with a new person. This time our precious will not fade. This we swear. Both our "preciouses" were taken but together we can and will build a better and stronger precious. This one won't even be destroyed by a volcano in Midle-Earth.

The Nose Knows

All I remember is complete and utter darkness, a great warmth, and a smell of fresh baking bread. That is what woke me up at first, that and the bread knife that nearly cut me off of my face. Wait a second this face is warmer and softer than it usually is in tthe mornings and why do I keep smelling freshly baked bread. Great another idiot lost me and I got stuck in a loaf of bread, just another Tuesday night for a nose like me. That guy up there looks alot like the dude that trims my yard and he looks really pale he must think he cut me off of my face. What is he doing with that handkerchief, that is just perfect another psycho that wants to get rid of me. I might as well go along for the ride for the time being he might take me back to my face.
Ok, we have been walking for 30 minutes and he has already tried dropping me on a street, I have to give credit to the police they can't do much but they will stop you in a heart beat for littering. I just hope this idiot does not drop me in a river somewhere over the rainbow.