Hello!!! My name's Maya!!! Hope you like my stories!!! Xxx
I'm a simple christmas owl, Seeing the dirty snow so fowl. Covered in sparkling frost and snow, Sitting with no wife, kids or home.
Death is my stalker, keeping me at bay, At my side, night and day. Constantly around me, by my side, in my bed, Always there when I rest my head.
In memory In LollipopSwirl. I miss you. Xxx What happened next was amazing, until we heard my mum coming upstairs and we had to rush into some normal position.
I will never forget the time Santa clause went missing. It was Christmas Eve and I sat with my covers up to my nose praying for Santa.
Bang. I slammed against the floor like a heavy weight. I stayed flat on the floor for a while and then another. Bang. Right on top of me, it was someone else.
#communityappreciation A friend is good to have, Especially when you're alone. Have no one to talk to, Or ring up on the phone.
It was a cold gloomy day, I was climbing up the mountainous hills when I reached the house I was going to see.
I love this poem...
Pitter patter on my window, Lullabies me to sleep. Touching the floor a thousand times a rainy day, The sky begins to weep. Umbrella's up, Rain coats on. People running to and fro, Waiting for the...
The sand spilling over my toes. The gentle waves sweeping over my feet. The cliffs looming over me and the village. The little tiny village poking up over the bridge. Our cottage.
A voice, calling. Screaming. I'd already learnt to stop. It was of no use. But there above me, was a voice. Screaming for their life. Only no one would come. I tried to call up, tell them I was here.
Promises aren't made to me broken Really, they're made to be kept. Of course though it's not the law to keep one Mostly we do. Is it the end of the world when we break them. Seriously, it's not.
Ingredients: 100g of happiness 1 tablespoon of humor 75ml of trust 1teaspoon of love Method Preheat the oven to 180degrees. Pour 75ml of trust in with the 100g of happiness and stir until dry.
Falling. Noiselessly falling. No one would hear my screams. I was alone. I didn't even know where I was or how I'd got here. But it was dark. Very, dark. As dark as a witches hat.