Stalker
(Based On My True Story). I saw you that night, in the Winter,. High on something, quite drunk too,. Took the seat right next to me,. I'd never even spoke to you,. Ten minutes left until my stop,.
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(Based On My True Story). I saw you that night, in the Winter,. High on something, quite drunk too,. Took the seat right next to me,. I'd never even spoke to you,. Ten minutes left until my stop,.
You're So Different Part Six "Sandra, don't." I said, getting up slowly. She aimed the pistol at Kory. *Bang* "Gah. Son of a-" I began. I looked up, looking at Sandra. Her face was dead white.
"Well, I see your up." says Flint sitting next to me "how was your nap?" he adds playing with my wet hair. I slap his hand away and look at Jackie.
Chapter 2. Fake or real Mum and Dad. I slowly opened the door and crept downstairs into the living room. Lucas was sitting on one of the black velvet sofas: crying.
A first chapter of series story. It is adult reading though..
"When do we begin?" I asked not being able to wait for my training. "Er, whenever I guess." Ricky said not sounding as quite as enthusiastic. To my surprise Violet seemed eager.
I pulled out of a box a... Red silk, white fluff trimmed thong. He burst out laughing at the look on my face. I looked at Melissa and saw her holding the same thing as me.
Warning this Opuss contains frivolous language, and I'm not bothering to make a clean version. Mature Audiances Hello again, and today is early in the morning of Saturday, September 29, 2012.
Case of the missing case Chapter 3 Back at the office again, trying to pass the time with Ed until we can go to South street and find out our case.
One blue line, negative. Adam and both Let out the breath we had been unknowingly holding. 'maybe...maybe we should try another test.' Adam said almost pleading.
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.
You're slipping through our fingers, Don't think there's anything we can do. I'm sure it's the end of the line this time, There's no way you can pull through.
So far I have written about two very scary illuminations of reality during an awake like state, the first one being more frightening than the last one This last experience of horror during1980 was...
We tripped the fandango into the surrender of the light Flirting fireflies glowed all warm and bright The neon flowered petals' backbeat pulse And the gently lit grass tickled our naked...
Is it really any wonder we are so confused. Ever wonder why....... Our mothers swallowed a seed But they don't tell us fully How we got inside her belly. Ever wonder why.......
Tpek and I followed the road to the main gates of Khea, two huge black iron doors standing out against the bleak stone walls.
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.
Some Christians argue that atheists, not believing in God and by extension Jesus, should work on Christmas Day and not celebrate it. They also ask why we would call Christmas, Christmas.
I woke up feeling so tired. It was like I hadn't slept in months. I rolled over ready to fall back to sleep when my alarm clock sounded. That's when I remembered school… and Ben.
6--James ~James' POV~ Mitch ended up arriving a little later than the rest of us, so we waited for him until he arrived. The first thing I did when he got there was look for Ally, of course.
"I do not care for your blood, boy!" He roared, " I do not care for your childish, innocent reasons nor your petty grudges.
Monday can be difficult if you've had a great weekend. I enjoy the work I do but my employer often causes me to wish I were employed elsewhere.
After breakfast Adam and I announced that we were leaving, to stay in a hotel as the wedding was in a week and we still had a lot of organizing to do.
The mood throughout London has changed. The sun is gracing us with his presence every few hours, usually followed by an unforgiving hail of showers.