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I don't know who you are. But you really freaked me out. You followed me days before. But only me. Maybe you think I don't know it. You just want to be a ghost. No, please don't. Please.
All I see is multicoulered lights, and also some disgusting sights, Friends dance on the dancefloor, While I sit here all alone and poor.
You are memorable, because you were different. Past tense. I am forgettable because I am the same. Present. ...hardly a gift but current nonetheless. You were one I wanted to believe.
I climbed up into the attic, On a chilled and blustery night. But when I finally glimpsed it, My mind couldn't handle the sight.
So we part ways, you cranky and I tired, after a discussion about life that turns sour.
Beast man. Why do you hate. Why do you destroy. Why not try to create. I'm left in the darkest place. The beast ate my love. Devoured her whole. Now I cry my heart out, in this black hole.
It was in 1966 when I was found lying on the street I was homeless and only 6 years old and was starving this man called Malachi said come home with me I'll give you a loving home so I said ok and of...
Get out of my head and give me some rest Though it's clear your phantom doesn't get distress You crouch in the darkest nook in my mind Ready to pounce to creep up behind Put the knife to my throat...
Alone. Cold. Scared. The darkness hangs on every surface covering it with a soft blanket of uncertainty . The tension that builds up in the air is palpable. You're blind. Alone and blind .
I tried that morning, to hide the cuts the cement created on my shoulders and wrists and knees. Long boarding was the best way for me to communicate with the dead boy even if I payed with the pain.
Lydia's mind was spinning. Gavin was gone. They had left him. He couldn't walk, he couldn't talk. Then he was shot. The Capters had shot him. In the head.
The sunlight plays on the water's rippling surface, dappling the gentle waves with yellow-white light.
Part 1, chapter 1... ------------ through martha's eyes ------------ I can't sleep. I am unable to block out the screams and wails that I dont want to hear. It hurts me to hear it.
This one came from looking, This one opened twice, These two seem smooth as silk, Flush against my eyes. This one needed stitches, and this one came from rings.
I stood there, staring at the sparkling waves under the moonlit sky. I was alone - I was always alone. I felt so.....empty.
There he lay, still, whole and so beautiful in my arms. I held him tightly as if to let go would mean the end of me and the end of my entire being.
I woke, my ears buzzing as I tasted the sour flavour of my own blood oozing from my lip. I couldn't see anything. I felt around me but I could barely move.
can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe. air. why are we leaning. another plane ohshitohshitnottheothertowernowhy. probably another coming my way maybe not but do I.
Prologue Sam We entered the building and immediately all I could smell was drugs. Drugs. Blood. And fear. Malcolm I hit her again. And again.
Thought I'd start with a series. Hope you guys like it. -------------//----------------- "No!" I screamed. My friend laying there like that. All crumpled and... broken.
A thick, pressing dust covers every inch of my world, as far as the eye can see. It chokes me, makes it hard to breathe. But I am used to not breathing.
I stopped needing people that didn't need me - not wanting, an addict never stops wanting; but they stop needing. Semantics; I never thought my life would simmer down to a play on words.
The Chimpanzee of Lewe was a very social chimp, with many friends, a devoted mother, a strong father. She loved to play. Shew would play all sorts of games, climbing, chasing, wrestling, anything.
'Ro...'Ro?" echoed the familiar voice - a velvety voice laced with honey that broke through the thick black haze, ripping the lycan from the world he fell into every time he closed his...