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I was 32 when the war started. Every day before that seemed to only bring the world closer to what was referred to as "the last great war".
He says "I like you" She hears "I love you" She says " I'm going out with friends" He hears "I want this relationship to end" He says "Your fit" She hears "let's get to bed quick" She says...
#movement. #emotion. Won't you walk these roads with me. I'll share with you the things I see. The price is high for nothing's free. Cost your soul accordingly. There'll be some trash along the way.
Alex got up holding his hip with one hand and scrubbing his hair with the other. He sighed while looking at the boy who looks like a spliting image of him. The boy looked up expectantly.
Just to let you know, from now on, this series will be called 'The Unloved Boy'. Enjoy. #WriteMoarStories I wake up with aching back muscles and searing pain where the whip lashed me.
*Just a new idea for a story i came up with-there may be more parts to come. Any criticisms/improvement ideas would be greatly appreciated. Happy reading!* I walked into the tide.
My eyes bug out. Tessa screams. Kat drops her chicken MacNuggy. I gasp for breath. "Hey. What do you think your doing?" a cashier yells. I want to turn around to see this man (or woman) but I can't.
~True ghost story~ ~Not mine~ Though the Amityville house is most famously linked to the Ronald DeFeao killings in November of 1974, it was originally used to house Native Americans that were...
"Are you ready?" I ask walking down the stairs. The boys are in a line in nice clothes. "We get ready faster than you." Harry says.
I suppose it's time I told you all about the things that are getting me excited at the moment, and why they should be getting you excited as well.
I have a dream about me and Joey its my birthday and I have this huge surprise party my mums there and my dad. And if course Joey is too. I blink for 1 second and as I do I here this loud scream.
"Aleeeeex. Where are you Alex?" The voice surprised him. "Oh, dammit, not now!" he whispered angrily, hastily trying to cover his nude body up.
* I skipped to my room * * * * I turned my light on and closed the door. I looked at my clock nearly 4:30 "Good." I thought.
Is this the part where I try to tell a funny joke to break the ice. I proceed by telling you all about my childhood and how much I hated life. Or should I tell you about all the times I felt alone.
This was the first thing I wrote, about 2 months ago. Enjoy!.
Yesterday was the 28th of January or if you happen to be an American it was also the 28th of January. Today's yesterday's news: •BBC News reports 'Four held after Brazil club fire'.
Ive never told you what goes on in Lilly-Anns diary and as we have been together for ten chapters (not including this one) and i think your constant reading has deserved a look into her latest entery.
In a world where words are our tools. Framed and used to turn us into fools. When theyre used no one follows the rules. They can change our thoughts; form our words.
Finally after days of hard work everything was ready.
For years you fight. Against everyone. Every moment, every situation is a battlefield.
It was a light; simple. A blinding, pulsating ball of light shone straight into my eyes, reflecting a bloody, scarlet beam at the dark cave wall.
Today I was blessed by a man, a priest. I have never searched for God. I have never felt the need. Most of me doesn't even believe.
I cry and cry and cry. I'm not trying to be selfish, but why didn't I know. My own mother... I stand up and throw my pillow at the wall. "No, no , no!!!!!!!!!!" I scream.
I warmed up quickly, but wanted to stay in Jude's arms for as long as possible. He smelled so good, a musky, soapy sweet smell.