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She was sat in her office, patiently waiting for something - anything - interesting to arrive. Her short skirt was riding up her legs as she fidgeted, showing her slim figure and her pale skin.
Mum places her few bags filled with market merchandise in the kitchen On the work surface.
I will shine fiercely, I will shine free, I will shine brightly, I will be me. I will grow prouder, I will grow high, I will grow faster, I will just fly.
May 3 2012 I bet you thought I'd forgotten to write. Not at all, been in seclusion. Something I do now and again to amuse myself. Believe it or not it gets pretty boring in this place ...
It has been reported that the International Olympic Committee has voted to have wrestling removed from Olympic Games from the year 2020 (or going to vote or will remove it regardless?).
- The Little Manor I never liked planes, even though it was unlikely I'd die now I still didn't like the fact you were in the air, people are born to walk of solid ground, not fly through the air.
~True ghost story~ ~Not mine~ *"Where do all the lonely people go. Where do I belong?" These were the words softly uttered to Rose Berini from a little boy dressed in white roaming her upstairs hall.
18+ It was that look. There I was thinking for a moment, that I was mistook. but no.
Im stuck in a jail cell without any bars. My nights pitch black; cant see any stars. Im stuck in traffic; but there aint no cars. Drunk in my head; never been to bars.
(read parts 1-3 first) (sorry its been so long) #thelight "Sally Jones?" a tall military man said as Sam's mother entered the room.
I awoke dazed, a puddle of blood haloed around my head. Vision was becoming a problem, despite my eyes being wide open. Not that there was much to see.
Who defines 'pretty'. Who defines 'good'. Who decides what we shouldn't, Who decides what we should. Who can tell me 'no'. Who can tell me 'yes'.
What was going on?. Ever since I had met Jonny and Kay my life had been spiralling out of control. Although that wasn't necessarily a bad thing... I had to give a statement to the police, which was...
.2. Dora had hated the fact that the bus stopped right outside of her house. The long winding gravel drive wasn't really long enough.
Every day is a school day. That's a phrase I find myself using more often in my "normal" job these days. I work within the Oil & Gas Industry and, more specifically, within Competence.
***So this is a little story about our good friends Jacoby and Sage from Fix You. I figured you needed a good little back story on how they met and such. (: Tell me what you think.
I started banging on the windows and yelling in to the letter-box.
Decided to get a bus to the cinema today. Haven't been on one for many years. Owning a car it's much more convenient to just jump in the motor and park next to where I'm going.
White light cuts a clean path through the dark forest, luring any walking being into the shadows of the thick trees. Complete silence fills the muggy, heavy air. Not a rustle of a leaf.
Have you reached the sports pages Bitter and sick of the overpaid wages. Overplayed in stages Staged scenes in phases. Overrated celebrity underachievers Read about a 5 minutes of fame believer.
I made my way downstairs, thumping on each step. Not lifting my foot. Being the lazy person I am. I made myself dinner. Watched tv. Went to be.
--- Part 2. Again, comment as to whether I should continue, and any criticism is welcomed.--- Autumn stepped out from her hiding place and smoothed down the too-big jacket she wore.
The world is monotonous these days. The teachers at my school all have the same opinions on students but we'll get to that later.
Chapter one (Part one of three) - The other side of the Mirror When I was little my mother use to tell me a story, it was a story she had been told when she was a small child, living on the...