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Working nights on my patch, as I've mentioned in previous posts, is often a time to see quite odd people and their fashion mistakes. Tonight, I have seen something I've never encountered before.
I miss you still I am happy your life was full I loved your thirst and drive I loved that you always strived I loved that you were so positive I loved that you took everything in Your stride But most...
Yawning, I stretched as I awoke from my sleep, flicking my ears and tail. Seems like I missed nothing. I hopped down from my branch and walked along the forest floor.
Part 1 Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her auburn hinted hair; the...
I woke the next morning and was greeted with a room I didn't recognise immediately.
His lips were soft yet hard against mine as he kissed me gently at first. His eyes were closed and his hands were firmly on my hips pulling me into him.
Chapter 3: Full of Surprises (Part 3) Lily There was no need for a ready, steady, go. Everything felt familiar and comforting.
There once was a man, Called Roger McDan, Who lived in Southend-on-Sea; His house was a tip, As rank as a skip, And his only companion: a Flea.
~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.
So it's only one scene, but it's an average length and kind of a breath of fresh air after the last part ':).
The rumbling came slowly to a halt, and the unmistakeable sound of a door opening entered her ears. “Last stop: Angel city.
Chapter 10. Food Glorious Food. A blue board. It read: "CAFES AND RESTROOMS IN 5KM." I walked faster and faster at every stride. Soon I was running. The smell of burgers and fries was coming closer.
You know what. I’m not like other toys. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to you since I’m not a toy at all, but some people seem to hold on to that misconception. Of me being a toy I mean.
Here is chapter 4. Please in comments if you can think of a very powerful dark name, please can you tell me. Thank you. It's a tad short. Chapter 4 "Dark side.
Sorry it is not that great and it ends weirdly. I am really tired and I wanted to get it out tonight. Hopefully I will do some more soon. :) enjoy.
You're there right. Watching us silently. As you know, with my eyes closed, I often ask you, what happen. Why did I become like this. Was I like this from the beginning. What was I like.
*I know I said I would try and do these everyday.. Well.. Sorry but I can't. I will try and write at least 2 a week. Soz** --------------------------------- Dear Diary, Dad always says that..
My parents help out with the I.S.P.C.C And a the little boy wrote this poem was victim of child abused it is a really sad poem This is so sad. I nearly cried...
Let me tell you a story about a suit...
It was a few minutes after midnight, I couldn't get to sleep, as I'm currently working at home, in my own time-schedule, so no hurry getting up in the morning.
I used to write my poetry in a notebook, Thoughts and feelings for only my eyes to see But since downloading my new best friend Opuss, My words have become liberated and free And although perhaps...
That night, I did not sleep. All I could see was his face, his pained eyes, the hurt in those irises. The next day, I had to take the SAT, and I knew that Paul was there as well.
Sorry, another short chapter. Me, Laynie, and Tayla spend the day chatting about random stuff like we usually do. I try to keep my gaze away from the empty bag sitting at the edge of my cot.
#sourkraut Dear Mercedes Bastard What a lovely car that is I got a really, really close butchers at it this morning in my rear view mirror...