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Trundling along the road Under a moonlit sky I am a hedgehog, small and spiky Who wishes he could fly You see it can be rather hard In this hedgehog life of mine Because that horrid old badger Can...
*true event* It has been hours since we left town, still driving far and fast. We hadn't seen a car or any kind of civilization for one or two hours.
I pushed the last of the branches away from my face, advancing out onto the ridge, Bloody hell. It'd been a while since I'd seen a view like this.
Part 2 The head is just like a sleeping person on a bed of compost. It is the head of a man. He looks clean shaven and literally looks as though he is merely sleeping.
Part 2 *•*•*•*•* "Imogen, we shouldn't be doing this." complains Harry, "It'll be fine. No one notices I'm gone." I say truthfully, no one notices I'm there or not.
Poem about homeless people. We were talking about it in school and it is really sad an really touched my heart so next time you see a homeless person just reach into your pocket.
Through nights jaws she went, the blinding darkness wrapping itself tight. The rocky floor jagged and unforgiving to her bare feet as she strode further into the blackest heart.
Comment on this so that I can either: a) improve it, or B) scrap it/ continue it. Oh, and please tell the truth. Thank you. Apes ruled the planet. Humans did not exist yet. Yet.
(Story idea if I don't carry on with Black Swan.) (Don't know what name to use for a title!) I sat on the damp street tears mixed with rain drops rolling down my face.
In the churchyard by my home To my mother's grave I often go. I shed my tears then carry on. She is lost. But I am strong. By her grave a lily grows. Pain and death is all it shows.
Chapter 3: Within The Snow I walk and walk, then I walk some more. The sun slipping slowly from the east but reluctant to emerge from its grey blanket, fails to provide any heat to my frozen body.
The stench of death surrounds me And dead bodies are piled in heaps A baby girl cries While her mother weeps Not a cemetery Not a grave in sight Just those rotten corpses Blotting out the light A...
After that, everyone was asleep. The girl was the last one to wake up and she didn't look well, she was red on her forehead and very pale on the rest of the face.
We climbed up the mountain from rivers and hills no one to be found just gives you the chills. "Hug me." I said to my friend. He responded just a little more.
I'm panicking. I know I am. I can feel the panic welling up inside of me. My breaths are coming in so fast, I worry I might hyperventilate.
Well I guess the last post went wrong so here's just: Part 9 -'-'-'-'-'-'- Peeta's face flashed with worry but left after a few seconds. "Don't worry Peeta.
Hiding away, Back against the wall, Corner of the room, Ready to fall. Your darkening shadow, Streaks across my face, I shrink to my feet, Heart starting to race.
I followed Scruff even though the sun had started to set. It terrified me, I didn't know where he was taking me and I didn't want to be ambushed at night.
Snuggling deeper into my chair, I squeak slightly as I stretch my claws towards the "post" button. "This will be my first composition," I squeal excitedly.
Delilah P.O.V. Hope surged through me. I was going to be saved. I didn't care who it was so long as I was out of this room. A couple walked in wearing pristine white contamination suits.
Chapter 3: Within The Snow I walk and walk, then I walk some more. The sun slipping slowly from the east but reluctant to emerge from its grey blanket, fails to provide any heat to my frozen body.
The monsters stumble over the remains of my father, all their eyes focused on me as I run for the back door.
Part 8 •••••••••• (It's short but snappy!) It had been 3 days since Zaya left us. I was in pieces. We had already buried her.
The door to our house rattles on its hinges as they slam their bodies against it. The windows of our home crack beneath the force of their swings, blood smearing the glass as it slowly breaks.