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(Not finished needs work) She was the coldest woman he'd ever known, A heart of stone continuous monotone and rough sex , Cold nights against cold sheets , alone.
Remember when you'd start conversations At one in the morning Because all we were doing Was both refusing to sleep, Choosing instead to revel in Our post midnight thoughts, When the darkness...
put your clothes back on. party's over. think it's bad now. wait till you're sober. never ending shots, never ending thoughts. song dropped, time stopped. handfuls of herb, passed out on a curb.
Hello my name is jess and I'm going to tell you a incredible story about me my family and a cat called Gary. I was born on 11,10,1999 in a little town called hoop village England.
#Colour #ColourChallenge Vegas born and Vegas raised, you were chameleon color-phased. Age adopted Vegas styles as well as many fading smiles.
Hey people of the world. I'm watching big bang theory. It's funny. Penny's dressed up as Wonder Woman and showing..... Cleavage, it's just like WTF?.
Based on the life of Stephanie Rhiannon Whitaker (except exaggerated by song and dance) In the life of Rhiannon there will be sisterly love (Rhiannon hugs...
Year One was simple. Year Two was the same. And Year Three, like the others, was just as lame. Year Four was a milestone, I learned to read. Year Five was amazing, my first recital ever.
#nightdwellers#beginningline I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes.
No one besides myself had realized that she couldn't contain her insanity. Back then, and now.
Diary of a Nice Guy July 10, 2010. 2:38 PM The warm summer air soaked into my clothes, leaving me sweaty and in need of a good shower.
The bell rang. Students were running through the schools corridors. Footsteps and laughter were to be heard everywhere. But me. I was the one dragging my feet to the next class. My head hung low.
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...
"She sits with her back to me, the girl with the brown hair, that hangs in chocolate ringlets down to her waist." I type quickly.
Il étais une fois, un garçons de 13 ans . Il a des cheveux brun et des yeux bleu et il s'appelle Samuel.
#thepath This is gonna be a series of posts based completely on the well known video game 'The Path' hope you enjoy.
*Jeremy Tolle lay wake in his bed. A storm crackled outside. He could not sleep this night, nor ever. Unfortunate repercussions of ADD. His lack of attention preceded his rapidly failing grades.
Chapter 2 After an hour of trying to stay awake it was time to go to school. Me and my brother hoped in my mother's red van and waited for my mother to get out of the house.
By Miscellaneous. Jim smiled to himself as he looked out the window at his little sister and her tricycle. Or more likely the tricycle. He was silently congratulating himself for a job well done.
By Miscellaneous. The old man made clocks. Carefully fine-tuned, lovely things. Ones that chimed, tingled, or sang. Ones that cuckooed and talked. Painted and raw ones. The Girl loved the clocks.
You say goodbye to the halls and the classes. Say hello to a job and the taxes. The weekends with old friends spilling into 9 to 5 routine.
Part 1 *^*^*^*^* I trudged to school through the noisy mud. Why did it rain so much in England.
Chapter 1 (part 2) My shift ended a few hours ago and Jerica and I went to the mall and started shopping. She's been my best friend since third grade.
My mouth gaped open in shock. How could this be. I thought to myself starting to get upset, do I want a child this early on in my life. I'm sixteen for goodness sake.