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Hang on a minute, Im confused, There's another one, it's "Case 2" There was this girl, Who disobeyed all the rules, She took many risks She wasnt a quiter And wasnt a fool, She was out at a...
The dark enclosed me, wrapped around me like a blanket, telling me everything would be alright. I could hear my own breathing, ricocheting off the Walls of my cell.
I don't know who you are. But you really freaked me out. You followed me days before. But only me. Maybe you think I don't know it. You just want to be a ghost. No, please don't. Please.
Anderson stood with his back against the wall of the unit where the green dot had disappeared from. He was trying to steady his breathing. Adrenaline was coursing though his veins.
He beat his feet to his penthouse suite, hiding out without a doubt. On the run, was the son-of-a-gun, from who - nobody knows for true. A battle of one to ensue.
A bloody razor blade cut. And you know she's awake, with her eyes blood shot. She's the girl for you. A hand raised, cold shoulder. You know she's the liar, liar, looking over her shoulder.
When I arrive in class this morning, there is someone new. She stares into my eyes, her gaze following my every movement. I try not to meet her intent, sea- blue eyes, but struggle.
I don't suppose you notice How it hurts me Makes me anger When you don't answer My calls, my texts And emails; I know Or when I'm knocking on Your bedroom window I swear I'm not a stalker I just want...
You can't be a wallflower forever. Angie's words floated through my head. Thanks babes but I quite liked hiding in the background. Compared to this anyway. Centre stage and nowhere to hide. Great.
A dark, foul taste filled my mouth. I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew it wasn't going to be good. Nightshade, nightshade. Why could I remember nothing else.
One day, when their mum was at work, Lucy heard some noise in mom's room. She was too curious to defy discovering what happened in that room.
You heard me, didn't you. You spoke back, didn't you. My heart broke, didn't it. ~~~~ Yes I heard you, love. Yes, I said many things. Not that I meant to. ~~~~ You watched me bleed, didn't you.
You and me. Me and you. A black, black night. A darkened room. Staring at each other. Your midnight eyes. Your heart is ice. Full of treacherous lies. Reflected in your face. Is the deepest hate.
I passed an art gallery one day A painted lady was looking my way Asked the owner, what is the fee.
I came to bring your cup of tea But I discovered that you'd fled. I'm sure I locked you in that room... Or was that me instead. Ha.
May 2012 The jury stood staring with disgust. 10 long years ago. I stood there in a gingham dress with pigtails humming 'pop goes the weasel'.
Time stood still. Everything around Roxy became a blur as she raced towards the pay phone, knowing that if she didn't reach it, she may never see her family again. How long had it been ringing.
"FREEZE. POLICE. PUT THE WEAPON DOWN" Stan heard those words and plunged his knife deep into Lucy's chest. Atleast now he was sure she was dead. Little bitch had ran from him.
Sketch The Interrogation Opens up on an enclosed room, a table, two chairs and a tape recorder occupy the space. Officer; Where were you on the night of the 8th August Mr Monroe.
And here's a picture of Lotty and I. Yes, the picture of health, Face aglow. I'd say we were about twenty here. Well, there abouts, Time has blotted my memory. Oh, and that's her and Lucas.
"what do we have here then " a menacing,spine chilling voice sneered. Every muscle in jacob's body was paralyzed with fear ,and his rasping breaths were beginning to get scarce.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Ashley enters from her steaming bathroom, towel wrapped over her head, naked and somewhat refreshed from her shower.
This isn't gonna be a series or anything. Just a short story. Enjoy. My bedroom door was closed. It was 3am and I'd just been to the toilet. You probably didn't want to know that but now you do.
The three men stood around the filing cabinet and stared at the contents of the narrow drawer Matheson had just pulled out; he with pride, the other two in quiet admiration. ‘That’s the lot.