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#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,...
~Spooky story; not mine~ Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town. Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man.
#description (sort of, sorry got carried away) I awoke from my sleep rubbing my eyes, the sun was shining but it was a much brighter glow than I'd ever noticed before.
Slowly, I loop the cotton through the eye of my needle, and thread it through.
I put romance as the category because it comes later on, but it's mostly drama and a little bit of satirical humour. Introducing the life of me, Laura Collins.
I have been swimming for a long time. Glittering blue expands in every direction; I see no other colour now. The salt cracks my lips under the heat of the relentless sun, my eyes are dry and sunken.
It was Friday in late summer, over two years since I first entered my green place and Dad was finally coming home the next day.
Normal Chapter #1 I felt free. Running through the dense wood, leaping over small brooks and logs.
#bestofopuss Probably my best poem, which is quite surprising as I remember being completely drunk when I wrote it.
I sniff the air, ears pricked up in alarm. Emris sits on the chair in the corner, head in hands, muttering to himself. He reeks of worry. "You've got to stop doing this, Arwen. Stop... Transforming.
Very short, but VERY dramatic. I just couldn't wait to get it out to you!!. :) *Justin's POV* I woke up to heat. A lot of heat. I was too hot.
Darren had called his Mum twice a week since he'd moved in to his own house. It was never a great relationship, his dad had died when he was very young.
Condiments come in very handy if ever you need to season food. If you don't need to season food then condiments are not very handy at all.
That dark eclipse your mind has over your heart, seemed to be fogging your mind that day. "What's your problem?" Your words screeched; like a nail on chalkboard.
She came into my life as a 'fine blue line'. My heart pounded in my chest so hard as I felt an overwhelming and terrifying fear that somehow it may be wrong.
-This is part two of the super hero diary I started. This part is not in diary form as it is a new character being introduced.
If the bible states "all men are liars" and the bible is written by man, doesn't that mean religion is fake?.
How are you feeling. A very simple question, To which many can't answer, With an honest confession. You truly wish to know, How I feel inside, To know my thoughts, And the feelings I hide.
The storm had stopped hours ago but it's presence still remained.
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.
The rain was still continuously pouring down from the heavy black clouds. I strode over to where Lewis was curled up and crouched down on one knee and the balls of my feet.
Once upon a time not so long ago, in a town not too dissimilar to yours. There lived an old man in an old run down house. He was the kind of person you knew existed, but no one ever saw.
I just want to make a point and let me warn you, it's rather cheesy but it's so true. Being from South Yorkshire I think it's fair to say that I understand how cruel people can be to one another.
It was dark all around us, only the light of the movie on the big screen lit his face.