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Wow. What a day for the acrostic challenge. I count 29 posts in all, every single one a belter in its own right. But I have had to charge my iThing three times today. Yes way. My poor phone.
Hurt me, push me aside, yeah thats fine, You won't get through my barriers so easily next time This time I've come to my senses real quick Maybe whats hidden beneath is a first class pr***.
We stand on the street for a while, watching our new neighbors move in. They look nice enough, but Summer doesn't seem to like them. "They don't seem normal." Summer pulls me back.
~Ghost story~ ~Not mine~ My wife Jill and I were driving home from a friend's party late one evening in early May. It was a beautiful night with a full moon.
Jodie laughed as her boyfriend Ryan fell of the stool with a bang. Chelsea squealed as she was kicked in the face bye him (accidental).
Most. Dramatic. Part. I. Have. Ever. Written. I got home with angry tears streaming down my face. How fucking dare he. 'Beep' goes my phone. Ugh. Another 'please. Come back.' I bet.
Of all the poems I have written Never a truer word Have I wrote You have placed Something within me That I truly Have not felt before You make me smile In my waking day And when I dream When you...
Delve into the rabbit hole, And push away your fears. Follow the white rabbit down, And wipe away your tears. Flee with me to Wonderland, And hide from all your pain.
Hey all. I've been working on this idea for a little while now, call it a pet project. Anyway, I had been writing it as episodes before I joined Opuss, which I shared on my site.
Chapter 14 The Prime Minister's house was empty and we were searching the bushes, bricks and grass for trap doors or secret entrances, "This is like a hotel compared to what I live in back in...
Ahhh fairs. It just deserves that "ahhhh" because they're just so damn spectacular. And I swear, I'm not being sarcastic.
Chapter 1: I stepped out the door of my high school and enjoyed the soft summer breeze as it whipped my black hair around my face.
"where were you?" Niall asks as I turn around from shutting the door. "Does it matter?" "It does Annie!" "Why.
Like gems of every colour they shine in flickering candlelight.
When a loved one disappears, it must surely be the hardest thing in ones life to come to terms with. Especially if that loved one is never found, or worse.
The wind seemed remarkably still that evening. All he could hear was the whistle of nightbirds, and the occasional blare of a horn in the distance. Few people were still out at this time of evening.
20-James ~James' POV~ The drive back to my house was the longest drive back I had ever experienced. How could so much happen in so little time.
The music was downward spiralling upwards with a cool beat. Youthful expressionism in love and defeat. Summer illusions in September's heat. Chasing down forgotten memories in sleep.
7-Ally ~Ally's POV~ It was going on 10:00 when my ears detected the sound of Mitch’s car door. My eyes darted open, but I didn’t move. There was no reason to. I was still in shock from our…fight.
I love your way I must confess Even when Things are a mess I love it when You get words wrong You do it to nearly Every song You're soft Like melted butter Most times You're a nutter.
I walked Adam back to his block and kissed him on the cheek thinking he would want to be alone, but just as I was walking away he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.
This is an actual job application that a 17 year old boy submitted to McDonald’s in Florida… and they hired him because he was so honest and funny. NAME: Greg Bulmash. SEX: Not yet.
(Fanfiction, but do not need to see show in order to read. Disclaimer on chapter 1, read chapters 1 and 2 first!) Chapter 3 A Love to Last a Lifetime Angelus sighed as he stared at her.
The tragic story of The Milton School began one chilly Autumn afternoon.