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I was in the car with Big Narstie, and I'm not gonna lie, he was really big. So we parked up somewhere that looked a bit dark and dangerous and he got out the car and knocked on some random blue door.
Have you ever listened to the soundtrack of We Bought a Zoo. I have. I can't exactly find words to describe it. It's... Dreamy. Magical. Whimsical.
Everyone has a double, a copy of themselves in a parallel universe, everyone. When I wake up, she does too. When I go to school, she does too. When I am with my friends, she is standing beside.
I'm soaring through the sky. The wind is running through my feathers as I cut through the air, matching the pace of my ground companion. I am not too high up, just above the tree tops.
lying there in the molten darkness, what could i do. powerless, weak, the failure if my generation. unable to say what i felt or stick up for myself by saying the simple word.
Eli was spotted. He ran. Ran through walls invisible. He knew his target and he was not going to stop. The men in hoods weren't going to think twice this time. The hoods were coming though.
I'm just gonna use This for an Dream Diary, after im dreaming a lot and always wanted to dó one, but never really Got started. But here we GO.
As I sit on this creaky old bench by the babbling creek, I hear the birds whistling their favourite tunes, I can feel the gentle breeze playing with my hair and the rays of golden sun embracing my...
She looks at her self in the mirror, strokes her long black hair. She adjusts her school tie in the grubby mirror, wearing a scowl on her face. 'Urrg. Why can't I have bright red hair like Lousia.
I dreamt that I was being chased by a Tyrannosaurus rex again. Why do I keep dreaming about that. This time it all happened at home in my apartment.
By Anis Trouflebelge Part 1: the Moon Car The time was almost eight. He did'nt really believe it to be accurate.
Av Anis Trøffelhelg Del 1: månebilen Klokken var knapt åtte. Han trodde ikke helt på at den var riktig. Den hadde vært noen minutter for raskt helt siden hans oldemor fikk den over fra Amerika.
Under the night sky, we gaze, we think, we dream And we wish for a shooting star..
I suddenly woke up rising from my bed trying to gasp a breath I realised that I was dreaming.
The lights explode. The sounds pop. The ohs and ahs from the crowd. The contrast with the light and the darkness. The smell of the grass. The heat from the many bodies. The smiles on every kids face.
I couldn't leave him alone. I felt the need to occupy his space, breathe his air so I could absorb his experience. Is that what I've always done?.
I ran down the steep steps to the docks with my best friend, Xenon, laughing as we nearly tripped. We jumped into my boat and he started the engine.
"What's your name?" Lydia huffed as she and the boy, still in the forest, walked. The boy stared straight ahead. "Gavin." he stated. "I'm Lydia." Lydia smiled at Gavin.
When I close my eyes, I turn into a magician. I make myselfs stairs up into the clouds. I know they are pieces of evaporated water, but science and dreams dont go together.
When I was 9 I started being a beast goal keeper.I saved top corners and bottom corners and saved powerful shots.The first time I went in net I was terrible but I trained and trained until I was...
A soft brush of sweetened lips against your own, the scent of roses not too far away mingled with the saltiest tang from the gently lapping tide of the sea.
As i stared into those big, black eyes, i saw a glimmer of hope tinged with sadness. What did he hope for in life, i wondered.
I didn’t recognize the street this morning, or was it perhaps late in the afternoon. People passed me, eyes on the pavement and avoiding contact.
We're both traveling an endless sidewalk. We both look straight ahead, not minding the other people squeezing in between us. We didn't touch, stiffness runs in our body but we continue walking.