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Somedays I doubt Somedays I don't. Sometimes I think we have it all before us but then shortly after I think there's nothing after the last goodbye we said.
If you break a leg, don't come running to me... Depending on how far away I am, it could seriously worsen the condition of the leg in question.
In the dead of night. When the moon is high. The remains of the day. Are laying idly by. The mess that we make. As we dive through the day. Need collecting completely. And storing away.
Auburn curls framed her delicate face. I brushed her hair over her shoulder and pressed my lips to her neck, savoring the smell and the taste of her.
I've been working on this one for a while and was recently able to finish it thanks to some inspiration from #Blueblotts (#EndofDays).
I was left with only 3 senses. Touch, taste and smell, and let's face it - unless someone left a trail of food to lead us out taste was the least useful sense right now.
Two hours later (we were going downhill) we finally arrived back at camp. And caused quite a stir. "Are you alright?" "What happened?" "Is the wyrm dead.
Chapter 3 The gym isn't that big, but it's big enough to fit the all the students in half court.
Mr Wizard frowned. The apples were almost ready for the pies. The pears almost ripe for crumble. But the hearts, oh dear, Mr Wizard shook his head. His snow-drift beard flew out about his sides.
It was about an hour later that Dr Harris called. "So how can we help?" Eve began to go though what had been happening and what her symptoms were.
I haven't posted this in a while, so I thought I would just show you how 'Zombie Farm Got Bigger Overnight' is going. Enjoy.
I met Woody about four years ago, through a person, that every so often turned up and wanted some attention from me. This had been going on for five years or more.
Chapter 9 ‘Hello you!’ Tom greeted me as I followed his directions and it led me straight to his house, it was a bit chilly and rainy outside so Tom immediately brought me in.
We kept the cellar door locked. Nobody ever went down there. Not my mom, not my dad, no one. Not even my older brothers, Ben and Dylan.
Chapter 1 (part 10) Why does all this water keep flying everywhere around me. This is the second time it's happened when I get mad. My door flew open and my dad came in.
Chapter 5 "Everyone get on the bus." Mr. Coal called his advisory to the bus. I was about to get on the bus then remembered I left jacket in the teachers break room.
I never write about me... I guess it's 'cause I can't sum it up too well at all (and I'd probably end up rambling and depressing you all!!.
WARNING!. High swearing content. Argh?. I hate you, Can you just get a fuckin' grip. I wanna smack you so bad and give you a fat lip. You all need to stop actin' like you're so important...
The next day when we awoke we got ready straight away and was out of the house for 7am. Beth still looked a little sad, but I knew what would cheer her up.
"Ohhh. Can I have this?" Kat asks, pulling a pink polka-dot suitcase off a shelf. She buckles under it's weight. "No!" I exclaim after checking the price tag.
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This poem has come from heart. Please could you give me your opinion on it and could you please repost if you like it.
Chapter 1 Our story begins at precisely 06:38am in the morning on the 1st January 2002. Two twins, named Jack and Jill were born to mother Judy, and father John.
Just the beginning of an idea. A young man woke up with a thick haze clouding his sight. His body felt pulverized, his head walloped.