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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a bra that was meant to hold three, On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two football shirts and a bra that was meant to...
You post up something you found funny and smart. You get your likes for somone elses art. I've had enough of you taking the easy route and getting far ahead.
I've put all the parts together and also added and extra part on the end :) ** Part 1: 'This is just life.' Those words ran around and around my head like the round-a-bout at a kids park.
After the blood incident, I went up to my room. It was there the guy found me when it was approaching dusk. "Ready, Blake?" He called through the closed door.
I blinked awake as the cool breeze blew in through the open window, I was wearing little pj shorts and a vest which had ridden up in the night exposing my midriff, I trailed my hand along my stomach...
[Warning: 16+ only please, sexual content.
"Eddy" In a marvellous little town Lived a daring fellow, Eddy. He could keep in his hand, for fun, A keg full of fine brandy. He, with his fingers, ploughed land much better than all ploughs.
Another New Venture awaiting the thumbs up :) I hate hospitals. They're full of the sick and dying.
Hey, Here's chapter 16. Enjoy. If I can post another tonight, I will. Chapter 16 The next morning I woke and patch was lay next to me. I was alive, Tony hadn’t killed me. I knew he wouldn’t.
I realised about a year ago how much my happiness was tied up with yours. 2011 had been, in many ways, an awful year for you.
Do we as writers think more deeply about everything?. From as early as I can remember I always thought differently than a lot of my friends.
I'm me no one special just me. Like Heather I hate my name, it's very unusual. It has had its benefits though, at least I know when I'm being talked about.
12/04/12 I found out today. I'm not like the others. I'm different. Unique. Or, as the whole of my school puts it, a freak. Unnatural. Strange. Wrong.
I sat bolt upright in my bed, Adam rising quickly. 'what's wrong.' he whispered. 'shhh' I said quietly, I took his hand and placed it flat against the right bottom of my bump.
I hate mornings, but I wish I could learn to like them. (trying everyday) I guess I have my family to blame because we're all night owls at heart. I'm 15. I'm American.
Based on a true story: Amy was just six, when Eve came to stay with her mother. They hadn't seen each other for at least a year, so had a lot to catch up on.
I awoke in a bed that engulfed me and, gosh, was it comfortable. "Ah, you're awake." Jessie said from beside me but I turned away from her, I didn't want to see her. "Are you hungry.
There were seven men Around a pyre, Their touches held aloft, Ready for a fire. The moon was full, Yet the night was still. No howl or caw, No breeze of wind, Or whispers from the trees.
So I've put off writing a bio on here because I tend to lose track of what I'm writing and end up writing something completely different, but here it goes, let's see what I come up with.
It was time. It had gone on for too long, and it was out of control. It had to be stopped. I could take no more. It was driving me insane. A million questions ran through my head. Should I.
#youngwritersemotion I woke up at 6 am to the smell of pancakes and screaming babies. I hated when the babies cried. It made me feel like they were in pain.
Your hair's shorter now, thinner too. It once was black as a ravens wing. Now it's peppered with grey. Your face, always so youthful and full of life, now has heavy lines etched into your flaky skin.
He always hated his scars, I could see it in the very way he moved, like frightened prey trying to avoid the deadly pounce of a predator, skulking through the shadows, always just out of shot, a dark...
#household To the tune of Monty Python's The Galaxy Song If you can handle life Its tribulations and its strife I guess you are a better man than me If you can take the pain And the stresses and...