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Walking down Londons notorious streets with pride and compassion was Mr Blue. Mr Blue who didn't have a care in the world...well he was a dead man.
Please let me know what you think in the comments :) >>>>> As I thought back I realised I had never been in more trouble in my life.
Family is family. You are supposed to stand by them no matter how hard they make it. Whatever you are imagining about what mine is probably wrong.
As Rob reached his uncle's house, he felt nervous. The door was open and as Rob peaked through the window, he saw a pool of blood beside his uncle's body. He rushed in.
He put his flask back into the inside pocket of his grubby brown coat and then wiped the droplets of swill off his unshaven face and onto the back of his sleeve.
I needed food. Right now. My stomach was making loud, weird noises. They'd soon hear me and find out where I was if this continued. This is stupid.
Olivia opened up the book.
The squeaks form the swings can be heard The creaks from the tilt a whirl The swishes from the wind The laughs from the children who passed The crushing of the rocks under it's feet The forgotten...
Janice looked down at her broken leg and laughed. There was no way she was going to make it for the exam in time any more. At least she had a good excuse. It was 1983.
Drip drop,drip drop.The outlet pipe at the side of the building was overflowing and dripping on my shivering wet clean shaved head but I dare not move if I do I am a dead man!.I have seen them...
Part 1. "So, how old did you say you were again?" "17," I lied, no traces of doubt. "Great," he winked. The boy, 19 or 20 at most, leaned in close and I caught the alcohol on his breath.
He stood there, waiting for his victim. In three minutes his victim would be at the door.
Nothing could come between us now. Nothing could take her away from me now. She is mine forever, and I am hers forever. I tilt up her pretty face. She looks like a porcelain doll.
Geoff Had been walking for about 10 minutes when someone zoomed past him. They almost knocked him over. He was furious. He turned around and saw that his annoyer had done the same.
By Cerys L Fields There she lay. Still. Breathless. Taken away. It was an accident. It wasn't meant to happen. Or was it. It all started when she was out with her friends.
1942 november sets our story. It's a cold dark typical new York night. I've had a lot to drink tonight, it's a day off the time clock and I'm punching in.
Mike Ballet – The Boy Who Cried Werewolf Chapter 1 – ‘Try and Catch Me’ ‘There he is’ whispered Ballet, his index finger raised just enough for Luke to see where he was gesturing in the dim light...
Once in the USA there was a spy he was the best spy in the whole world.
Chaz got up, Fuck, blood on my shirt. Getting his bearings, the hole in his head starte to shrink. Chaz winced. It Hurt more every time. Cursing, he realized how stupid he had been.
Funny, how life can just end. It doesn't have credits, no funny camera angles. It just stops. Just like the bullet did as it struck Chaz in the face. The blood jumped from his head, abandoning ship.
They were watching a movie, the exorcist. When drip drip drip.
First crime I've ever seen. In the morning someone knocked the door. I opened it and saw Emily. She was smiling. "Hi. Good morning!"- she said. "Oh, hi, Em." "May I come in?" "Of course..
When love's on your way. I told policemen that Jenny Loo not the right person they're looking for. They were indifferent to all my words, but after some time they left. Jenny Loo was frightened.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, I knew that I had to get Chris out of there right at that moment, I grabbed his hand and ran towards the door, but in the next second the door was kicked in and Leah stood...