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"They're beautiful." Aubrey said, still feeling the feathers on Derek's wings. He closed his eyes, slowly relaxing at the soothing feeling of her touch. "They, are a burden." He said.
Prologue: "He's beautiful." Astra said, cradling her new born son. Winston smiled, tucking Astra's light blonde hair behind her ear. "What do we name him?" She asked, smiling.
Mum hugged me tight, "I wish I had destroyed your clip when I was pregnant with you," mum cried.
The storm of fire pelts the roof of our house, searing holes in the thatching and making the wooden floor collapse under my feet.
A quick glimpse before I go out the door, another busy day in store. They smile as I wave goodbye, the small young girl begins to cry.
-Lena- "Get out of here. I'll meet you outside!" I screamed at my sister Milly. She stared at me in dismay. "What about you!" She screams over the loud noises of all the fire.
"Who's there?" My voice seemed tiny among the dead branches in the woods. I had no light to guide myself by. My breath came in shaky whispers as I stumbled towards a distant light.
This is a warning. Please don't read as this is my journal. I strong opinion and difference offend you, please don't read on in fear of your own life. This book is cursed.
James's wrist grew worse throughout the day. He wandered to his locker, to find Aaron waiting. He cursed under his breath. "You listen bluethorn." He growled.
Happy family, live life free, worked hard for their american dream. A farm and friends, charity given, earned respect. Now lay put to rest.
So here it is, that I am now standing in a darkened room, facing the full horror of what I had become; what I had to do.
~INTRO~ Ariana (19) lives in London, Kent with her Mum, Karen (49), her Dad, Brian (53) and her older sister, Kayla (25) They move to Norway in February 20th (1830), but things in the house begin...
~Becky's POV~ I laughed as I saw Rosa run off into the forest so I quickly ran after her to make sure she was ok, when I caught up with her she was sitting on a log with a tiny stick insect on her...
Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
"The most important thing that you guys must always remember... Is... Is to stick together. Do not let anything tear you guys apart. Let nothing stand in your way.
I lay with her. My tears stream down like waterfalls from my sea green eyes. This isn't how things are supposed to go. Taking my father wasn't good enough. Why does this have to happen to me.
Once upon a time, Not so long ago, I went to visit Granny Through the winter ice and snow.
We sat by the pool, surprisingly cool. My mum was reading on her sunbed, My dad was swimming- every now and again you saw his head.
No one knew why she did it. But one day, I walked in from the bus and she was just there. My sister. She was just dead. She was laying in her room, all still and pale. She had an odd color to her...
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
Part 1 (Inspired by Tumblr) Wanna kill yourself. Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up.
The Rafferty's moved into number 63 Orchard Lane on December 2nd, 2008. A Victorian property, surrounded by mature trees and shrubs. The drive curved around the front of the gorgeous property.
"Shh" He hushed, pulling her away from him to look at her face some more. "I thought you were dead" Anna sobbed. "What made you think that?" He asked, wiping the wet blood off her face with his top.
I woke up a Christmas morning, aged nine I was sure I was gonna have a great time. It was six am so early but I was wide awake. Looking forward to presents and Xmas cake.