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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
(fanfiction, but do not need to see show in order to read. Read chapters 1-4 first.
Soft and cool, breezes of air repeatedly hit my face. My pupils painfully constricted as I opened my eyes amidst the intense light. “Just breathe,” a shadow said, hovering over me.
#sirdavidattenborough I recently watched a few documentaries on the Eden channel, which were narrated by the legend of life documentaries himself; Sir David Attenborough.
Note: I'd thought I would share this with you all. Most of you know the story of Snow White from the Disney animation, well, this certainly is not the Disney version. Enjoy. PS.
I rushed home to get dressed, fair enough I had to think this whole mess through, but he was extremely good looking and by the time I reached home I only had 3 hours to get ready and I didn't even...
#beginningline #nightdwellers 18+ erotic nature. The door closed with a creak and clicked shut behind me. The click was reassuring, like something determinate. Like something condemning.
Chapter 1 It's Monday. My least favorite day of the week. Monday means school, homework, and fresh gossip. Not that I enjoy gossip, but I guess school wouldn't be what it is now without it. 1st...
WARNING ADULT CONTENT 18+ "unbutton your shirt" again I speak with the authority she is rarely exposed to...
I was reading a post about therapeutic music by @NickyX, and it really got me thinking about music and it's influences on our mood.
It was now Monday after school and I was going over to Becca's house to see her since she got out of the hospital today.
I was floating on the endless sparkling sea for days, the waves gently lapping against me and the sky above an eternal night. 'Abby...' I heard a boys voice call, I strained my ears.
But for all scientists and statisticians now know of freezing and its physiology, no one can yet predict exactly how quickly and in whom hypothermia will strike -and whether it will kill when it does.
Jacob vanished without a trace on Saturday 6th June. I saw Niamh's smiling face displayed on my phone, as it vibrated on the glass coffee table.
I want to write a poem, I know I have the time. But writing is a science, It's far much more than rhyme. A poem tells a story, And writing is an art.
"You were bundled in the back of a car?" Garry repeated shocked his eyes sparkling strangely.
"Here boy!. Boy.
Just to let you know, from now on, this series will be called 'The Unloved Boy'. Enjoy. #WriteMoarStories I wake up with aching back muscles and searing pain where the whip lashed me.
Pull I once rode down a singular trail, And I saw, a blue jay. It wasn't as breathtaking as I've heard, But it was true to itself.
(names were changed in this story, so that it is not guaranteed I get talked to about this lol) I go to English, the most boring class of the day. Mrs.
This was my first Opuss posted: When I am ready, I will smile. You'll have to wait a little while. Its one of the first things I learn to do, I want it to be just right for you.
Chapter 4 Finnick I get to the square late and look for Annie as a peacekeeper pricks my finger and rolls it under my name. I slip into place where I can see her.
"Annie I am so sorry." "why?" "Annie I love you. I never wanted to hurt you." I begin to yell at him. "Then why did you?!" "I don't know." he has tears in his eyes. "Annie please. I was stupid.
A broken heart doesn't heal easily, but that doesn't mean mending a broken heart is impossible. Some people just forgets that a heart that breaks comes back even stronger.