Well...This Is New - 44
And then he comes along and makes you remember very, very vividly. I sat reading The Great Gatsby at the kitchen table after really only seeing Paul a few times that day.
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And then he comes along and makes you remember very, very vividly. I sat reading The Great Gatsby at the kitchen table after really only seeing Paul a few times that day.
DEAR DIARY, Yep, it's Sunday again... ALREADY. One thing I did not expect to come of this week, was to have broken my eggnog-related barrier; it's true, folks. I am no longer an eggnog-virgin.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge - Maybe not for the youngest of readers.... - I swear to God I didn't mean to do it. I. Swear.
"Truth or Dare?" Justyn laughed, "Truth." Isabel thought for a moment. Then a question that had been bugging her recently popped in her head.
Flame-spiked tears prickle my eyes as I watch your lips make the shape "goodbye." I hold you one last time as I fight not to cry, but whatever I do I know this leaving is for good. Why try...
It took me a while, but it's long and pretty legendary :) x Warning: Sexual references, underage drinking and one swear word.
So I'm out in the supermarket, Perusing the aisles, Looking at the full shelves, Wondering who's got some miles, I think I know what to stay away from, There's an aisle that smells...
in theory, she had a terrible life. the girl had to become a stripper to get her money to eat and to help her grandmother. it sounds terrible, but she loved it. being on the pole and making guys...
I'm sick of this god damn mask I'm taking it off cos nothing ever lasts Reveal myself cos everyone asks What I look like and I can longer be arsed With a fake disguise and crappy lies I'm an honest...
Slumped in her seat, Lauren scowled at the teacher from the front of the class. Ms Morgan whistled out of tune cheerily; until Lauren thought she was going insane.
Chapter 10 It’s weird isn’t it. Someone who is your ‘friend’ can just snog you, and it isn’t awkward after it.
Chapter 12: In the last episode of The Fathers- The guys walk into the house laughing until they here a noise. "Well look what we have here." All ten teens froze in place when they heard that voice.
Chapter 2: Three days later the whole gang was back at home and the dads thought it was time to tell the kids their little secret.
By Miscellaneous. Jim smiled to himself as he looked out the window at his little sister and her tricycle. Or more likely the tricycle. He was silently congratulating himself for a job well done.
After being shown their rooms and unpacking they all sat down for dinner. It was arranged that Issie, Stella and Kate would share a room so they could sort out lesson plans.
On the outskirts of Manchester a tall, well built man leaned over to his wife. Sweeping the long blonde hair away from her face he kissed her lightly tanned forehead softly.
Not all heroes are like the ones they tell us about in school, not all of them defeat monsters or fight with superpowers or a sword. Some just survive and hope that one day everything will be okay.
Up there the Sun is a big yellow duster Polishing the blue, blue sky With white fluffy clouds in a cluster Hanging on a breeze to dry Trees everywhere With blossoms in their hair And Mother Nature...
#household She saw her face on the window pane, faded, ghostly. If she focused hard enough, she could see the outside world, frosted, dark grey and raining smoke orange leaves.
It had been 2 full years since Nancy last saw her cousin Bob but not only was he her cousin, he invented the walnut. He was famous for this throughout the land.
His search narrowed it down to 5 possibles.
We walked towards them trying not to draw any attention to ourselves so when we took them outside no one noticed that we had gone.
' I'm sure I saw it' I was saying to my best friend, Ellie. 'Well, I'm sure you didn't, see ya tomorrow,' So she walked off, 'I bet ya didn't' She repeated.
*Yes, this is a return to the story. Now entitled (provisionally) "Possession" I suffered from the double affliction of Writer's Block and January Exams, which stopped me (again) writing more.