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Ok, so basically this is going to be a short story working backwards through several days where the main character says what happened on that day.
Once in a land of the hopeless there was a boy, a boy called Tom Brown. Tom had a plain name, to suit his plain personality. He always wore brown and showed only plain emotions.
That whole day I was just thinking, thinking about him, I didn't see him after that conversation we had and it played my mind like a cat plays with a ball of string.
Chapter 1: Beginning (Part 2) I knew something was up. Denny, Jace’s mum had been upbeat since June, when her latest lover, Dave had proposed.
Just went with my brother to collect a garden bench from an elderly lady my parents know.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem, And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog, And that's what it was all about, And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Ok, so on a Sunday morning I want what everyone else wants... Nothing but my bed. However I'm apparently not allowed it... At 8:00, yes 8:00 my nan rings. What does she do at 8:00 on a Sunday...
The Day Before the Accident....... I flung my bag over my shoulder, adding the final details to my look. Some days I wished school never existed, I wished I could be alone, all day.
(READ CHAPTER 1. Disclaimer and stuff is on there.
- "Stop. My Dad's Gonna Kill Me!" - Just a normal, chilly day. I sat at my usual bench after school, waiting for my father to come pick me up.
Okay. I can do this Smile. Sigh. I walk through the crowd, surprised that no one has realised my false pretence that I try so dramatically to pull off. Or maybe they have given up on me.
I stood under the delicate archway of bracken, the mockingkays tweeting contentley from their high perch in the trees. The sweet breeze carefully caressing my tangled mop of auburn hair.
We were holding hands and he was my boyfriend.The guy was carrying my schoolbag as it was too heavy for a smart girl and he was boasting that he was not scared of my mum .
1. The Bus " Hurry up!!. " Shouts my evil 15 year old sister, Dawn, who looks like a demented clown with all her make-up on.
Lying here, lying back; Feet in air, staring at the ceiling. I feel raw, jagged, imperfect. The stares; Full of pity. Pity, yet kindness, shown only by A mother's love.
Ok, so basically this is going to be a short story working backwards through several days where the main character says what happened on that day.
In this post, I am going to give you a brief rendition of what my childhood was like. I lived in my grandmother's basement with my young parents and older brother for the first two years of my life.
Ok, so basically this is going to be a short story working backwards through several days where the main character says what happened on that day.
Little johnnys dad comes outside to see little johnny killing honey bees with a rolled up news paper. "Johnny!" yells his father yelled. " it's not nice to kill things.
Just a normal weekday evening, me and my wife in the front room with the baby and the other children are at the dinning room table.
Once upon a time there was a boy called Stephen, he had yellow-green eyes and blonde spiky hair and he was seven years old.
Son: "Daddy, I have to write a special report for school, but I don't know what Politics is."Father: "Well, let's take our home as an example. I am the bread-winner, so let's call me Capitalism.
Sunday morning, the sun is shining in the kitchen, Lucy the cat is purring beside me. All is quiet, THEY are still asleep.
Keeping to my recent theme of dreams and all stuff sleepy, I'm going to write up a very intense dream /sleep paralysis episode I had. This will probably be my strangest post to date so be warned.