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Chapter 2 *Liam* "Mrs. Johnson is here. Who do you think is going?" Layla barged in my bedroom the next day. Mrs. Johnson is the Social Worker. I sighed because I knew it had to be me.
Blood spilling, feral screams, chaotic madness. I pay attention to none. I sit alone in a bathroom stall, locked away from a hellish nightmare. Hand clutches neck, blood stains dress.
"Silence!", he commanded. "I shall have silence when I speak!", "How else can I judge this heretic.
#nightdwellers#beginningline A week before the winter solstice, A fire cracking merrily in the hearth and a hot chocolate in hand, she sat on the sofa.
Strangers on a train They see each other through the sea of people as they board the 192 to Paddington station. Eyes glimmer with particles of mischievous lust. An exchange of desires...
Laying in a pool of squelching wet mud his body is cold, his face bloodied, his mind disorientated and shaken...
Lewis P.O.V. The doors closed with a thunderous bang behind us all as we waited for him to begin.
I have written a bit more of my story, so here it is. Phillip Sherratt sits at the bar, his dark hair ruffled; his chestnut eyes cast downwards in sorrow. I approach in caution, wary of him.
Truth Hurts Part Twenty Five -----------Lisa's Point Of View----------- "And that is why you should never try to mix two items that will cause an explosion." Mr. Wid said to the class.
A/N: This is the last chapter but don't worry I will be back with another TVD story soon. :) I hope you have enjoyed this xx Chapter 8: Every since spring break, nothing big has happened.
This one's really short but I couldn't think what else to put in it :S x *Drew's POV* Back at the hospital. Shocker. Is there something wrong with me. Do I secretly enjoy being in hospitals. Haha.
We used to think we were the only two alive. Days filled with laughter, how we would race through the waves. The sun was hotter back then, everyday seemed warm and bright. Much like today.
Jude stood on the dock, awaiting the arrival of The Liberator. It had been almost two hours since they last checked in announcing their proximity. The dock spanned the entire bay.
An Account from a Survivor's Daughter One of those bound to sail on the "Laconia" , that day was 'William John Murphy', known to everyone as "Billy".
-Hey guys. Again, no wifi here, so clumped together chapters.
Inspired by @Fly10 post titled "Dark Water" Warning. It's a tough, emotional read.
They say when life gives you lemons Make lemonade instead, But I'm no magician I need more ingredients, been misled.
"He told me to help him." Marcus whispered, a look of pure fear written all over his face. Lydia gasped. "You mean..?" "Yes." Marcus sighed. "I used to be very good friends with Jonah.
You are now breathing manually. You are now aware of the fact your clothes are touching your skin and you can feel it.
If the bible states "all men are liars" and the bible is written by man, doesn't that mean religion is fake?.
It happens when your alone in your room, for a brief moment all background noise fades away and you hear your named called out by your mother.
We walked downstairs into the living room where Gavin's parents were relaxing on the couch.
Chapter 2 “I figured it out!” Kate says excitedly, sitting down on the couch beside me. We are in Kate’s room listening to Taylor Swift’s Speak Now album, our favorite album by her.
What can I say about me that you havn't already read. I have green eyes that shade to blue and fake blonde hair on my head. I'm quite short compaired to many, I stand at 5ft 3.