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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...
This beating in my chest is to punish you. Solid, like cold silver. Your hands push my hair aside, I am a mystery to you.
The forest stretched for at-least 4 miles, with continuous train tracks heading over the valley. Erin lent herself against the window of the moving train.
You know it sucks not being able to remember my past. But it does have advantages, I don't have to remember the heartbreaks or the times I cried for pointless reasons.
It's been a while since he's drove down this stretch. I can see the sweat just breaking on his brow, yet his body trembles as if cold.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with my parents, downstairs in our living room. The room is "biscotti" in colour and adorned with teal and grey accents. I don't really like it.
18 hours of fear and pain 18 hours till someone came Promises of love that turned to dust Violence and pain, the bubble burst Threatened with knives, stick, scissors and gun Pushed and pulled,...
It's been two months since the incident, Since people have stopped tearing down her confident. Tears flooded for two continuous weeks, Leaving permanent streaks on her cheeks.
---Part 2. I am grateful to hear any criticisms to make my writing better (as I know it's far from perfect) and whether this is interesting enough. So comment your opinion.
I gently knock on the door then enter with a beaming smile. I can see she is nervous, most patients are when we are holding test results.
It's late. She's tired. Wish she could sleep. Can't. The pounding footsteps sound outside the door. She hears the slamming of the basement door open, and shutters. He comes down the stairs.
I've always been stuck in 2002-03. Her family found out about us. I fought all the kids n stuff for her already and now had to fight her family. She was going Bangladesh and I couldn't stop it.
SMASH. I jumped out of my skin. Oh crap, not again. Another smashed glass. My hands couldn't stop trembling, as if minor earthquakes were rippling through them.
I was sitting in my car seat, next to my best friend. Everything was normal. My mom was buckling me into my seat, and suddenly the street lights glow slowly faded off my face.
It was obvious that two of them were not supposed to meet. He had been locked in a room in the east wing. Quite a distance from her room, in the west.
Chapter 2. I sniffled, and then held up my blades to the light. Stolen from my dads razor, they were so sharp I could probably slice through plastic with them.
'...Take down the whitecoats. Are you crazy?.
"Well you can't keep it, can you!", my Mother shouts at me. "Why not!", I shout even louder.
So long, fair well, bye bye. Stolen from us, but they said its going to be alright. They unlocked my mind - oh so kind. Close your eyes it won't take you long.
And he stared at me; and I stared back into those mezmorising eyes. By now I was on my knees, dirt clinging to the scuffs and grazes on my bare legs.