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I pause Everything is quiet A calm, white stillness seeps in through the carpet Nothingness fills me as I feel numinous I feel filled with air Clean, complete, this is the end, This is how I die, I...
For miles I walked that day, I walked and walked, not even stopping to take in my surroundings. The sky was grey, the air, filled with a wiff of despair.
'You sneaky little buggers!', the wise old dragon thought. With one eye barely open, he had spotted a man and his dwarf*.
Chapter 2: Finally. It was Saturday night and I was in mine and Tom’s apartment getting ready for a last night out before the Olympics. “Maddy. Ailis is here, let’s go!” Tom shouted.
I've got a bit of a problem, Nope not a murderous one. More like.... I need a map and compass Just to find my way home from school.
~True story~ ~Not mine~ Contributed by "Michelle": When I was 15, my friend Terry who was a couple of years older than me, spent the night.
I was thinking back to the first time I really started to love him, and I've manage to trace my feelings for him back to when we were six or seven years old.
*Inspired by the Martina McBride song* I carefully pull on the dirty cotton dress from the second hand store, pulled on by my hands many more times than twice.
(This is my comment on the recent diving of disturbance that has cause ripples on our peaceful pool. I hope many of you read it. And if you disagree with what I have to say... Then Unfollow me...
Darren had called his Mum twice a week since he'd moved in to his own house. It was never a great relationship, his dad had died when he was very young.
In recent months, the Twilight phase seems, to me at least, to have begun to diminish. I knew it would, but I thought it would linger a little longer, like the noisy fart that never seems to go.
Chapter 1 In The Beginning "OMG. You have to be kidding me!" Clawdia growled through gritted teeth. She pionted, angrily, to the picture of a band rocking out at O2.
Chapter 1:: As shy little Leo walks into the school, his first day of 11th grade. Being 16, almost 17, years old.
I want to write a poem, I know I have the time. But writing is a science, It's far much more than rhyme. A poem tells a story, And writing is an art.
#halloween #shortstory There was once a young man who was born to the cloth, destined to master the 'word' of the land.
#awesomeanchovy A good point to start is where it all began, when describing an atom and modelling its structure.
It was only the second day but The Regulator’s grey stone exterior was already covered in dried blood, drenched in the war paint of his kills.
With thanks to @MrAlex @Naaviie and @Eyes5IB check out there perspectives. I held up my fist then looked round the corner, my eyes scrutinised the shadows, trying to detect life. I saw none.
Chapter 2 I pulled my long brown hair into a bun at the top of my head, it had mostly dried by now anyway, I got my belongings out of my locker, and made my way through the corridors, and out the...
~True story~ ~Not mine~ It was on a January evening in 1969, during a full moon, that Dr White and his wife left home at St Helen's to attend a dinner party with friends.
At least I have some people to talk to because Josh obviously wouldn't talk to me with Cassie in the way. "So Emma, are you any good at bowling?" Ashley asks.
22-James ~James' POV~ There. I was ready. It had taken me forever to finish getting ready; longer than it should take for a person to get ready, I think.
20-James ~James' POV~ The drive back to my house was the longest drive back I had ever experienced. How could so much happen in so little time.
NUDITY I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked.