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Ok how does this story line sound: A little girl gets a puppy. The little girl is called poppy . When she grows up a bit, the dog runs away. A boy her age (Peter) finds and takes In the dog.
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Chapter 4 Her heart pumped hard in her chest, harvests made everyone nervous, more so for those being harvested... Staring at the people around her, wonder flashed through her mind.
#thinline #acorn (chap2 being created) Today was Peter's 49th birthday so he had decided to give himself and Sarah the rest of the day off.
Chapter 1 'You are kidding right, mum?'. Mum shook her head, 'No, I'm not sweetie, we have given you and one of your friends the chance to go on holiday together, alone.'.
Well it all started on the way home from school. I was walking down the road when I felt something small hit me on the head.
The world is a barren plain of destruction. All that remains is a crumbling ruin now home to disease; a miasma of corrupting filth. Upon the surface, a cloud of shadows trail with them a poison.
#youngwritershousehold The colossal beast threw back it's hirsute head in indignation releasing an ear-splitting groan, it's vibrations shaking even the toughest of beings confidence.
Heh, sorry if its too um...'detailed' but we all knew this was going to happen. Chapter 15: SAFE. I felt my lips go all warm, they seemed moist.
So on that fourth of July, when most people were celebrating americas independence. Zach and Shanea were nervously standing in the queue to decide Zachs fate as an artist.
A sad smile crept over her lips. She shook her head and turned to the door, swallowing whatever words she had decided not to say. His heart ached.
All we are saying is give guns a chance. If every man and boy had a gun (not every woman or girl obviously; they're too volatile) then all our testicles would be safe.
• Stone heart, machine gun...fire away, fire away • I slowly trudged down what remained of the familiar school hallway, examining small details of the wreckage that struck my attention.
Four leafed glover Leprocorn Poppy field Gypsies running along Homemade bread Campfire songs Spooky stories Wives sing their songs Long cold nights Windy days This Ireland And this is where I stay.
~the date~ I woke up still on the sofa, I looked at my arm, the blood had dried but it didn't look good.
Good times :) x *Justin's POV* The whole family sat around the fire that next night, conversing and cooing over the announcement I had made at breakfast that same morning.
I saw it, looking at me with its big beady eyes. staring not at me, but penetrating right into my soul, trying to rob it of its darkest secrets.
I lay silently on my bed. I could feel my eyes closing. My mind drifting off into unconsciousness. I woke up breathing heavily. My hand felt around for the light. Something cold touch my hand.
Chapter three "Ammy. I see you escaped the harvest!" Greyman's joy was clear on his face. "And I see you did too Grey, which is just as well...
The waves crashed against the smooth clearing of sand that was covered with shells.(my alarm clock to wake me in the morning).my king sized breakfast contained three red bananas and smoked cod.
"How dare you" The woman's words bit like a steel knife, and Allison cringed, even though they were not directed towards her. The cloaked man seemed unaffected, however.
In the valley of despair she lost her soul and ripped her hair. She cried for years, fifteen in fact. Incredibly, she was still intact. One day in the bath she made it flood.
She looked nothing like me. I watched her trying to see a reason for all this to be a practical joke. A reason that all of this might not be true. Of course we looked completely different.