Has Anyone Got This Before?
Have any of you guys wanted to talk to someone soooo badly, but never known what to say, so you end up saying nothing. :/.
I love writing! Just ask me to write about anything and I'll give it a try. Have a read and see what you think ;)
Have any of you guys wanted to talk to someone soooo badly, but never known what to say, so you end up saying nothing. :/.
Just thought I would say, it was Jimi Hendrix' birthday yesterday, and it would seem that in this age of money spinners like the X factor and the talentless workings of what it produces, we've...
I couldn't begin to tell you how much I wish I was alive in the august of 1969, so that I could've experienced the peace, love, and music of the festival that changed rock and roll forever.
This is a story that my older sister told me when I was young. You might have heard it before, but I found it terrifying. Enjoy. There she was. A week before her birthday.
I was in bed the other night, when I found myself needing to use the toilet. Now, I'm talking about 3 in the morning. It's a god awful moment.
This story is based on a nightmare I had when I was 11 years old. It was so scary, that I remember it, even today. I'm standing. In my kitchen. Only, it's not really my kitchen. It doesn't feel right.
Before you read this, i'll just say its fairly graphic. I had heard all the commotion about 50 shades of grey, and it got me thinking... How hard is it write a porno. Turns out its bloody easy...
I wanted to try something.
I drove. The radio gently accompanied me through a winding road, passing under poplars and oak trees, that offered a cool shade every so often from the rare, yet welcome sun.
It's been a while since I felt love. Proper love. Not just the lustful urge, triggered by the site of a girl who's way out of my league. No, this was love. It was at some rich cocktail party.
I thought I would write about my feelings, at this moment in time. I'm lying. Slowly drifting into the next day on a relaxing ride known as slumber.
They all say that we have a few skeletons in the closet. If that were true, this creature would be sleeping next to a graveyard. If he sat next to you in on a park bench, he appeared a regular man.