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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
(7)Ally ~Ally's POV~ The first thing I realized when I woke up the next morning was that I was in big trouble.
It's crazy How I thought I'd never fall for anyone after him It's crazy How there was no one and then you came in It's crazy How I started to believe you're the one, it's you And how you became the...
Christine- I couldn’t bear to look back. I knew that if I did I would see his face one last time and I would never ever be able to let go. “Christine, are you alright?” Raoul asked. “Yes…I’m fine.
He was out on route 101 On his Harley giving it some Leaving his demons back there Behind him now the wind's in his hair He rode alone on the open road Across the country he did go No plans, no...
Chapter 2. Exhibit A (Part 2) "Whats this?" I heard the store manager Greg yell. He must have found the slimy red trail. I hurried towards him.
The rain it fell for days and days, he thought: "I need to build a boat.
Rena crumpled up the paper again, and placed it back in the massive breasted corpse's hand, before making her way around the house.
What is love. Most of us haven't given the question a single thought. We're brought up to assume Walt Disney had it all figured out with the 'Happily ever afters'.
If you throw a cat out of the car window, does it become kitty litter. Is it OK to use the a.m. radio after noon. What do you call a male ladybug.
Dusting all her yesterdays She keeps them to herself There's no-one left to share The years she keeps upon the shelf An empty whiskey bottle Is the only sign of life She's worn around the edges Never...
I recently wrote about some of the negative effects of Facebook, particularly what I call ''Personas''. So you can imagine my amusement when I read about NamoroFake this morning.
Mackenzie's Point Of View. Ugh . I had to sit next to him again !.
A picture of purest perfection The mirror did frame Fine antique lace, and soft ivory silk She would never be the same Midnight blue eyes upon an oval face Hair aglow with golden rays A vision of...
"This sounds like a case for…" "Bethen and Lana!" the girls giggled "Your not actualy going to try and solve this case are you?" Alana said. "Why not. It can't be that hard.
“Calm down, Sarah!” said Cam. “It’s nothing scary. It’s just a haunted tape. It’s not even real. You can’t die from a tape.” “Are you sure, Cam.
GRIDLINES CHAPTER ONE Rain pounded on Nick Shields' car. His windshield-wipers flicking back rapidly in a desperate attempt to keep Nick's vision clear.
"Oh this is so typical of Mr Past," Exclaimed a voice quite irate.
We are all stuck in cages that hold us back from what we want do. This is a little poem about rattling cages to inspire you. I've been sat in my cage bored of shit and before long im rattling my bars.
Age 6: Waaaaaah. MOMMY. I hurt myself!. Age 9: Oww. that hurt, Mom can I have a plaster. Age 12: Sh*t I cut my finger. Age 18: I know where the plasters are... Age 6: YAY.
The seasons on Earth are reflections of the seasons of life for each soul. Childhood: Spring When a child is brought into the world, fresh, full of enthusiasm and growing fast.
Let's go down to the concrete jungle today, There's so much to see and so many games to play, Ever played shot em' up. Shoot drugs, shoot thugs, Might even find someone to mug.
BTW this is a continuation of my (planned) Nevermore series, set 21 years before the first book.
My favourite poem of all time.