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My name. Well my father called me Ella but it was really Elma. My father was a dwarf, somehow I had inherited my mum's height and not my dad's. I've been told my mum was 5"5.
Chapter 3 I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I really really hate the doctor. I never liked him ever when I was little, now I know why.
They were all sitting at the table, eating and having fun. Laughing at the jokes all the others were saying. "Jezibelle, darling" My mother called, her words slurring.
New Year's Eve 1850 somewhere near London Christmas had been a lot of fun. Zophar had got himself a new job and so they travelled to his Mother's house.
The poem with no name...
"Hear my words, hear them now" His voice rang out on the stage. I just rolled my eyes, I had heard it all before, and I could probably recite the words he was saying.
Hey everyone. I have this feeling my second post should be about me. A brief introduction to who I am, and to give you an idea whether you'll like me or not. Well, let's start then. I'm Vollcano.
Twas the summer of 85 Long hot days followed by endless steamy nights as we lay beneath our tree I knew, soon I would see far less of you, Summers end was almost upon us, time to go our seperate...
This poem was written for my high school graduation.
I've alway been the weird one. Quiet, with my head in a book. I didn't have many friends in high school but the ones I was friends with I still am. Well a few of them I am.
Are family fell apart... "I'm sorry, she's gone" said the head doctor. And escorted us to the door. "May we?"asked dad, he gave the doctor a stern look.
I'm reading The Perks of Being A Wallflower right now and a lot of it is really hitting home for me...it's kinda scary. This time last year, I was losing myself, I was depressed, and I didn't care.
Ok so this is another one of my random diary entry thingys, I quite enjoyed writing the last one!. Ok so today was alright..
(Freedom/Family Chapter 1) Previously: Read Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. BOOM. Big footsteps walking on the floor above, three men, heavily armed.... and ready to kill.
That damned tree root. The snow was so thick that i hadn't noticed it. When i stirred from my fall Sophie Goodbody was peering over me.
Im just a kid, a kid with massive dreams.
My sister Tasha, we always sit on the couch with my art pads and colours. I drew, and she coloured. It's one time were we all sit in the living room as a family, me, mum, dad and Tasha.
Love can be confusing, Yet also fun and wild. Sometimes I do wonder, If love is capable of a child. I'm still at the age of a young one, Seeking closer to becoming an adult.
The storm had stopped hours ago but it's presence still remained.
Wow, 10th part. Never thought I would get on with this story. :) bringing in some new people.
for @littleone: just a huge thank you for being so devoted and lovely about my story, I know you'll always be a liker, even when it's really bad.
Soft skinned, thin legged, red lips and bony hips Smoky eyed, wink each sin like a beat I'll run if you tell me, I'll bite my lip harder I'll drink until I'm on the floor "My, she's an animal, she...
I never much liked Christmas. Tons of old rellies patting you on the head and saying how much you've grown. And i hate Roast Dinner, slimy chicken and yucky vegetables.
'Then, go ahead and open it!' Kelly said. 'It says not to open it until I'm twelve,' I mumbled. 'You are twelve, you ding-dong. Go on.