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I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware.
I woke up screaming and sweating. I couldn't breath and I felt dizzy. I had a nightmare. It was the night before Taylor's funeral and I just couldn't handle it. I was so...depressed.
Im hiding in the corner of a giant sphere. Its called the world; oh how I do fear. All the evil; all those out to smear. I would not allow them to get so near.
Hey guys, Here is chapter 18 of AN ANGEL IN HELL. Sorry it's so short. Chapter 18: Jane Is he-. I woke to a faint humming. I knew the tune from somewhere, but where?... That was it.
Chapter 10 All eyes were fixed on me apart from Fortis' eyes. He had them scrunched up waiting for the bullet to hit his chest. "Keep him alive.
'You have three days' The speakers declared.
I left my girl with my troubles, I watched them float away in a champagne bubble. I left the wall lights on. And a bass line thumping to the same sad song.
This was the first Opuss I ever posted: Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze.
"In the summer time" we kissed I knew he was "Hard to handle" But I couldn't resist He was "born to be wild" But you see "I'm a believer" And I wanted him by my side They told me he'll make you...
It feels like fingers of ice are creeping up my limbs. I'm shivering so badly my back is cramped. My wrists and ankles are blistered and bleeding from the coarse rope that binds them.
It's good to help the aged, Those that are struggling in a time of need; Those that can't help themselves, Struggle just to wash, clean and feed.
When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by wailing like a banshee. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night long.
Don't break the glass. The creepy old lady at the front desk kept reiterating the same cryptic sentence as I asked about the room for rent.
#opussdystopia • Chapter I - Burial Grounds I can be a dreamer in the dark. I don't need flame to make a spark. ~ Dreams In The Dark by @overskill • Somewhere in the Sahara Desert.
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I walked into Spanish Class the way I usually did each morning. I hadn't seen Gavin since the party Saturday and couldn't wait to see him. In my mind I was still replaying his soft gentle kiss.
The darkness stretched on forever. The only sound that broke the silence was an owl warning danger. The smell of salt and dust lingered about the air.
*I don't usually write stories because they're usually about people I know. Which would probably get me sued. But here's a piece of fiction inspired by random stuff...excuse my poor grammar.
As promised, I present you with the first chapter of my Hunger Games Fanfiction. I haven't come up with a good name yet, but I'll tell you when inspiration strikes.
[Collaborated story written from four perspectives - so check out @MrAlex, @eyes5ib and @Odinsfist's parts. #4war ] The room was dark as I entered. The emergency lights had failed here.
Remember to still check @JazzCav 's version!. ^_^ My alarm went off at 6am. For crying out loud, it's a weekend. I deserve my lie in from last night. Plus I was having an amazing dream.
I stayed on the ground, too scared to move, and tried to slow down my breathing. I wondered what they would do if they found me but I shut the thought down because all scenarios ended badly for me.
Coffee shop... Another dull Monday morning better spent in the warmth of my bed, but just in time the heating flicks on and the alarm clock radio plays an upbeat melody I don't quite recognise.
~Slightly scary story~ ~Not mine~ By Kelly Marino Karen awoke with a start, staring blindly into the space around her.