Mikulia 2Mikulia 2She touched the soft yellow flower as she watched the dashing man ride off on his whitehorse.“Who was that man?” she wondered silently. He must be a noble or something. That was verystrange because nobles don’t usually approach peasant girls like her. Most of the time,people of his social standing would either stare at her as they passed like some sort ofcarnival attraction, or they would ignore her completely.With a sigh, she bent and collected the remainder of her earnings and pushed them into oneof the sacks before heading home.“I’m home!” she shouted upon entering the tiny shack that was her house.“Mikulia! Back so early?” Her mother asked. The smell of fresh vegetable soup wafted fromthe pot her mother was stirring and tickled her nose.“Yes. You won’t believe what happened today mother!” she said excitedly as she set thecoins on the table with a soft thud. Her mother turned around and her
Why I'm Not PerfectSometimes I'm clumsyI trip over anything.Sometimes I'm messyI don't always clean upSometimes I'm madAnd I say things I don't mean.Sometimes I'm selfishAnd I all I do is want.Sometimes I'm lazyAnd I'd rather stay in bedSometimes I'm grumpyAnd I snap at others without meaning toSometimes I lieAnd I end up making a bigger messSometimes I don't keep promisesAnd I let people downSometimes I don't understandAnd I confuse myselfSometimes I'm ignorantAnd don't pay attentionBut even with all of my imperfections,I am still ME.
Girls of Venomania 7 MikuMikuliaIt was a bright spring morning and the entire world seemed to be filled with the happiness that comeswith the warm season. After being cooped up inside all winter, every man, woman, and child was eager toget out and enjoy the fresh air. The joy of spring spread to everyone, even the young teal hairedpeasant who was happily selling bright flowers on the streets, was filled with glee. A bright grindecorated her pretty face as she held out flowers to the passersby and often, she would get someone tostop and buy from her, but it wasn't because of the pretty flowers. Most of the time, it was becausethey were wondering how she could be so happy. If they ever asked, she would simply laugh and reply,"What haven't I to be happy about? I am living and healthy!"So intrigued by her positive attitude, they would buy her flowers until there was no more left to buy.It was late afternoon by the time she was nearly sold out of her fragrant flowers when a handsomeyoung man with indigo