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This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
Oh my god. I was paralysed. I couldn't move anything. There were sharp pains from my wrists and up my arms. The same searing pain was going up my legs from my ankles. Was I dead.
Right now I am having a conversation with you. How have you been. That's exactly what I was expecting to hear and I sure am glad I heard it.
Three days. Three days of bloodshed. Tpek clenched his fist on his knuckle dusters, uncomfortable in his palm. Groups of fighters travelled different routes towards the "Final".
Chapter 7 Very short. Sorry will be longer next time. ׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× "Toby!" I scream again, no responce. He seemed to be lost somewherw deep in thought, drowning out my every word.
2/2 She stands up from her desk and walks towards the kitchen area in the office to make her fourth cup of tea that day.
(this is a freaky dream I had last night. It may not be very good but what the heck, I dreamt it. ) The tower stood tall and strong up into the grey sky.
Chapter one: first murder The first murder is always hard to deal with.
Staring at the jocks; she rubbed on her stomach and puked on the ground. Was glad for the first time seeing them and not broken and scared for she wanted to get rid of that meal anyway.
He sat in the back row of the buzzing classroom, in the far corner, watching. No one noticed him. No one noticed his eyes shift from person to person, taking in every little detail.
My mind froze. My head was full of different emotions. I am happy because Taylor is here.
I opened my eyes to find myself in pitch black. A cold breeze touched my skin again as I glanced around. Then I heard something being switched on. A television.
Now here's a story that should be told, She's a darling said the young and old, She's got a winning smile and a heart of gold, But that's before the madness took a hold.
When I look into the mirror I'm surprised to see, a reflection of somebody who thinks he is me. I stare into his eyes. He doesn't look away. He gazes back at me, not knowing what to say.
I ran my shaking with nervousness fingertips along his smoothly tanned abs, pressing my head close against his chest.
His grin was weird. Wearing a heavy jacket, and sunglasses at evening, Ali looked like a complete idiot. "Wanna avenge?" he shot. "Well, maybe." it was awkward. He was never like this.
2. Boom. Boom. Boom. The bass drum beat shakes my gut with every pounding blow. The syncopated hiss of synthesisers and cymbals flood my ears and I watch as the mindless people jump in and out of...
The chill in the air was so unbearable that it was quite suffocating.
8.00AM and I'm already late for school. " Bye Mum. At Chloe's later so will be back around 7!" I shout before walking out the front door.
I took a big step onto the airplane. I looked up at the helpful stewardess and gave her a shaky smile. Her bright red lips parted as she gave a dazzling smile in return.
Soothing calming this drive. The radio playing skrillex. This cigarette makes me feel so alive. Upto my usually tricks. The florescent lights blurring. Raving my heads nodding away.
Who is that person behind the wall. Shes not to short nor to tall Shes not very pretty If you ask me Her hair is so plain Her eyes grey like rain She looks so familiar Who could it be.
I picked up the gun and walked on. My weakness - I had no idea. I don't know what it is. Then I found another room. I walked into it and immediately knew what it was. It was a fake street.
Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.