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Hi guys, I'm thinking about writing a story about wolves. There are three packs of wolves with a big rivalry. The leader of one of the packs finds an abandoned cub.
I came home from another day at the beach. Today was a bit chaotic, but what would you expect for Saturday. Anyway when I came home it was unusually silent.
“When the clock strikes twelve you will see” Was what was written all over the decaying rotten walls of the new house .Jenna was curious about what it meant, but when she asked her parents what it...
Childhood is... Playing cricket with a stick and an apple. Dancing in the rain.
Now do you ever wish you could see into peoples dreams well this girls dream was horrible really horrible. Warning. This is scary.
@Nom For the themed challenge: #opusswings Emma awoke from her nap. She felt better, she felt the dark cloud had lifted but something was wrong, she couldn't feel anything.
I fell asleep there, resting in my own tears. A shimmer of sunlight made its way through the windows, no curtain to get past, just boring,no led,old windows.
Little strawberry, Though you hide away, I know you're there, Waiting for the perfect day. A day to shine, A day to be proud, A day to ripen, A day to be loud.
Tpek woke again in Hell. This time it was fiery. Not painful fire though, just the image of fire. But the image was bad. Tpek saw everything he loved burn. His family screamed.
(read part 4 first) #shadowknight New York. It never seemed beautiful from down there. But now, up here, he could see everything. The beauty of lights reaching through a wispy layer of cloud.
Fleetfooted, with quick sure steps I ran alongside the river. I could hear the swishing of branches and curses of the men attempting to follow me.
For people that like to read stories on opuss... : My friend is writing a story called "Search For The Missing." And thinks she's a bad writer, but shes really not.
Chapter 17 "I'm sorry." I say frantically "I reach for his hand and clasp it tightly in mine. "I just couldn't bare it if you died, and it was my fault.
I breathe deeply. One jump. That's all it is. I lean over the cliff tops, ready to fall, then flinch back. I can't do this. I... I just can't.
Her eyes flash, shifting from blue to gold. She stares at me, pleading silently for help. I glance at the others. They nod and I lead Amy away, behind the trees. "Thanks.
Amidst the morning fog running footsteps could be heard. A young boy, no older then tween, was dashing between the buildings of his village.
-MOLLIE- "Where's the birthday boy?" I said, as I pulled myself out of the cool water. It started to trail off my body, so I briefly dried myself off before looking up at Charlie, wanting an answer.
With the police you have to think on you're feet, don't stammer or stall, you're answer or lack of one, could end you up in the nick. And don't be afraid of retribution.
The sun shone through the depths of the sea. The calm waves lapped gently onto the golden sand. Chattery children playfully built sand castles and buried their parents.
Slight twist in the story now, hope you like it :) •••••• I had a plan. It involved: •America •adverts •an aeroplane •£money£ •boys •body guards •security cameras&alarms And a lot of hiding...
Herobrine kept running through the trees, groaning with exhaustion and disappointment. How could he have been so stupid. He had walked right into the invader's base, unnoticed.
I'm back in Opussia for a bit, Just until my next animal hit, When I'm off to the zoo, And yes, there will still be poo, I have a few days Just to laze Heal my bruises and cuts, Before...
Always there,. You always care,. You help me up when I'm down,. You wipe my face of that frown,. You help me with homework when I'm stuck,. You come for a walk to feed the ducks,.
On a sunny day was a girl named Fiona, her father was one of the greatest hunters in their place. But one day her father was invited by King Terrible Thomas for dinner.