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- It's very long this one. Sorry. Please like and comment they would be much appreciated- "Maya?" I said through the bedroom door "Reece.
Alek looked at me, and I looked at Alek. And we knew exactly what to do- Run. Leaping from the roof, we managed to land on a hay stack and fled as fast as our legs would allow.
By Gemma Doyle. Mary was a smart, funny and ambitious girl of 17. She hung out with her friends every weekend and really liked her life. But just one thing was not right.
Another of my new ventures awaiting your approval :) Apologies if the format of it goes a bit squew-whiff but obviously sending Opi be email isn't a skill of mine and the apostrophes tend to go...
I pulled off my hood carefully watching the new guy. His eyes widened only a fraction before setting themselves in stone - keeping detached.
"I'm being serious, you don't deserve to live after what you did then, and what you are now doing. You will pay one day." Lewis shouted with powerful anger.
Sally came in and hugged me tight. "What's going on?" She whispered. I told her about what Paul had done when she'd been in the kitchen. She stared at me, shaking her head.
#colourchallenge It started off slowly A bit sore at first Spots on my arse It's always been a curse This time was different It was too painful to sit I got my best friend to look "Oh my god,...
~Ghost story, not scary~ ~Not mine~ She was brand-new history teacher to the school and had been preparing her first lesson in her mind for weeks.
The wind howled outside, making me lose my focus once again, as I sat at my desk, contemplating the question on the test. “Two more minutes,” the teacher announced at her desk.
One of the mogul King Akbars' wives, Mariam, was a beautiful Queen with large breasts. Raja Todermal was obsessed over the Queen for this reason.
Dear Diary... Maybe I should name you. Like that girl. What was her NAME!!. ... Anne Frank. The girl who wrote a diary in the war. She named her diary-Kitty. But your not a cat...
Please note: if you have no clue whats going on, parts I-V are about 2 months ago in my writings if you're interested.
Mon: On the plane we flew over France, German, Italy, Israel!. It was like a mini tour of Europe. We flew over the English channel and saw it. We were 35000 feet up. We were going 520 mph!!. Whoa...
Part 7 - FINAL CHAPTER School is the worst thing that ever happened to me. Graduation is next week and I would say the one good thing that came out of school is Rebecca.
Fellow Opussians, we have all been there, struggling and sweating bone marrow, desperate for that spark of inspiration that heralds a new Opuss Story or poem. It's not easy I know.
Martha Greenway ( A talented girl of twelve) stared out at the bustling platform which was now swarming with girls and their parents waving furiously.
Sleeping beauty an eternal cutie No not briar rose, the name black rose I really choose Just a baby born of the night oh they just couldn't handle this sight An unformed bud but still as radiant...
Lunch time ... As Marina talked with Johnny, she seemed to forget all her troubles. He was amazing, and made her forget all about the other boy. She couldn't even remember his name.
Today is a good day to die, but First you and I, we Climb the tallest building in Europe, On the outside.
I'm going to open up like a book just this once, just this ONCE. -------------------- Okay, I have tried so hard to conceal my past. Yet, it keep on spouting out.
You're So Different Part Eight I looked down and saw something that made me want to scream. Not of fear, but anger. I walked forward. And there it was. The lifeless body.
Remember to still check @JazzCav 's version!. ^_^ My alarm went off at 6am. For crying out loud, it's a weekend. I deserve my lie in from last night. Plus I was having an amazing dream.
Hi everyone. Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while... I keep forgetting. I'll try to get the next chapter out quicker. Enjoy... I finish dusting the oak coffee table for the 100th time today.