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Hey guys, Chapter 8 is here. Enjoy and repost. Oh and I hope you had a happy Halloween. Chapter 8 I woke on a hard, concrete floor. It was hot, way too hot, and the room was lit by red lights.
#household At the reading of the will Of Major Sir Montgomery-Smythe An army man, with a savings plan Since 1945 The family were in attendance Drunken son and fragrant wife She always smelt of...
Mum had her hair scraped back in a high pony tail, and had her apron tied around her waist and had a smudge of flour on her cheek.
He glared down at her, then the expression on his face became distant and he blinked rapidly. He dropped her arm suddenly, shaking his head.
At eleven o'clock, The silence will begin; It is only one minute, To remember what's been. Stop and listen; Put down your phones; Listen to the silence; The peaceful unknown.
Everything just stopped when the showman came to town No need for advertising, people flocked from miles around A charmer and magician, he knew a spell or two And if you crossed his palm he would...
Hey, Here's chapter 20!!!. Chapter 20 Damien drove us to his summer house and took me into the kitchen. The bruise on my face started to sting, so I hissed. Ouch. “Are you ok?” He asked me. “Yeah”...
I followed Marshall towards the busy students union; it was the only place on campus to get a real cup of coffee and thus was always filled with bleary-eyed and hungover students, desperate for a...
Mirror me in the mirror Room blanketed in black Gonna make things appear clearer He'll thank me when I'm back A trick from the past I'll try More than your basic scry A peer into how and...
When I woke up it took me a good thirty seconds to realise where I was. I was alone in the bed, but I could hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom.
So this is me, LittleKitten. My name is Freya. I didn't used to like my name but it has grown on me over the years. I am a typical teenager, stroppy, hormonal and full of attitude.
Hey, I've tried to Make this as romantic as possible but I think it's moving a little fast. Tell me your thoughts. Oh and enjoy. Chapter 2 I slipped off my sandals as soon as I got to the beach.
I could feel the cool 3am air on my face as we stood by the freshly shattered window. Peering through, I could see our escape route snaking in zigzags down the outside of the motel. The fire escape.
27/22/12 It was a mistake, going to Sarah's house. I'm never going back.
Hey, sorry I didn't post one yesterday. Here's a really long chapter to make up for it. Enjoy Chapter 6 I pulled up outside the café and saw Damien sitting inside.
Hey guys, This is officially the first chapter of lunar love. Enjoy. Chapter 1 I woke to a mysterious sound. A howl.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.
#crossover Gotham held its breath as a bomb ticked away somewhere A mushroom cloud was coming, but Harley didn't care Her own self preservation didn't matter any more All she wanted now was to win...
Is it really a good thing to deny the existence of any higher power at all. After having a lively debate with a "friend" I am starting to think it isnt.
Hey guys, Hope you like this chapter. Chapter 3: Love you. The next day patch came by my house. It was a little past 6pm. We sat at my table, I drank a smoothie and he drank water.
I don't know who you are. But you really freaked me out. You followed me days before. But only me. Maybe you think I don't know it. You just want to be a ghost. No, please don't. Please.
I hate mornings, but I wish I could learn to like them. (trying everyday) I guess I have my family to blame because we're all night owls at heart. I'm 15. I'm American.
When you saw me smiling today, I seemed so genuine and true. My mask, my cape, my disguise deffinatly fooled you. Tucked up in the corner of my neck, there is a mask you can peel.
#nightdwellers#beginningline He stepped silently out of the shadows like a spectre, his face ashen in the cold moonlight The wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket, and playing with strands of...