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I stood there in the woods with a cold breath breathing on my neck I turned around to find out nobody was there.I was scared. It could of just been the wind blowing on my neck..
A strange man dressed in a long brown coat wondered the streets of London nothing was around him no birds, no cars andno humans.
'Jake, just go to your room,' My Aunti pleaded with a hint annoyance entering her voice, 'I don't want you to see anymore than you already have' 'What have I already seen.
I woke up, I didnt want to though I wish I could have just slept forever, but I couldnt. I opened my eyes and above me stood Flint, Jackie and Peter. "Bailey!" shouted Peter leaning in to give a kiss.
Walking very slowly I spotted a bit of material flapping wildly on a barbed wire fence. I pulled it off and looked at it closely.
I woke up to my irritant alarm clock for college. It was only half past six, but I have to be at school by eight o clock dead.
The wind whistled and the rain fell heavily on my thin waterproof jacket. My bag of groceries fell on the floor, causing the bag to split and the groceries to fall out into a dirty pool of rain.
We reached our lockers just as the bell went. "What are our first classes Rose?" I ask. "Hmnn... Science and English." she says. "Oh dang." I groan.
“Can you hear me. Are you hurt?” /I'm not hurt,/ I think with the part of my brain not pounding against my skull or being electrocuted with pain.
At the end of my garden there is a hole It wasn't left there by a mole Great big thing, it's 6ft wide And I don't know what lies inside Every day and every night Can't see in, there is no light I'll...
The digits of her fingers had turned a plum colour; her once curvaceous legs now appeared as if they belonged to a fragile, broken elderly woman.
Remember to read Kitty's side of the story, @CuriousCat !!. Where the hell did she go?. How did she manage to just slip away without my noticing. She's not on school grounds anymore.
The train slid through the dark evening air as George sat cursing his phone battery. Another hour to go, and no electronic distractions from the boredom.
This is only my version, I'm working on this with the amazing @CuriousCat so make sure you look at her too. We're sitting on the railing, our railing, by room six, during lunch. Just me and Kitty.
That week, I knew what needed to be done. Find who took my wife. Find my daughter. Have revenge. The dreams had stopped, instead I had a dream in which all I did was wake up.
I sing when the wind blows from the north, I sing when white clouds walk on the moor, I sing when the stick is laid to the side, I sing when the rock is occupied. What am I?.
Whether the whether is cold, or whether the whether is hot. Whether the whether, whatever the whether, whether we like it or not..
The key was old and rusty, so it took all of my strength to turn it. We all heaved the heavy door open, to find bones. Skeletons even. "Oh my Fucking God..." Cried Kay. "What the hell--" Jonny...
Isolated, she stood in the room lost with disgrace. She looked as she lost her soul wanting to fade away in the deepest blues. She glared at the darkness in mid air hoping her true love will...
Life continued from there. It was months since it'd happened, but the dreams continued. The same one over and over, with one difference each time.
He ran from the building and saw her walking away. He pushed through crowds of people, people screamed insults at him but he didn't care, he had to get to her.
Instinct: Chapter 3 (Part 1) Leo I sat at my office, processing mindless invoice after the next.
He looked a lot less dead than I thought he would. He was almost peaceful; well as peaceful as you can be when you’ve been thrown down a flight of stairs so hard your cranium had exploded like a...
I am still looking, amazed at this strange new planet. Then something strikes me, I turn towards Connor. "How can you read that sign?" I ask, with a puzzled expression on my face.