God Vs Me
**this is my opinion on God..
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He always hated his scars, I could see it in the very way he moved, like frightened prey trying to avoid the deadly pounce of a predator, skulking through the shadows, always just out of shot, a dark...
She giggled softly as she watched him struggle. Throwing her hair back and relaxing against the booth, she flexed her foot against his cock as she felt him harden beneath her.
We have all heard of birthing stories, some love to hear them, others hate it but they are a part of life. Even the men reading this will be thinking 'oh god, not another labour story, I'm off!'.
This is the song i have just made out of the poem i wrote earlier. Ive been over it a few times, hopefully there are no mistakes, or few should i say.
Your hair's shorter now, thinner too. It once was black as a ravens wing. Now it's peppered with grey. Your face, always so youthful and full of life, now has heavy lines etched into your flaky skin.
#household #home From the age of seven until I reached ten, every summer I used to go and stay with my aunt and uncle for two weeks in a little seaside village called Thorpeness on the south coast.
#disabilityaware I have a hidden illness, You cannot see it with your eyes, I am not missing any limbs, For my illness lives inside.
I just got bored and wrote this, I was hoping to write the full story, but I couldn't wait to publish it.
This part is pretty lame, part 3 is much better. Two weeks after the bomb had wiped out London the virus had spread rapidly all over the country.
'what!' I cried leaping up from where I was sitting. She was sitting crossed legged on her bed and had an pool of blood surrounding her. A tear slid down her cheek and she began to sob. 'call...
Oh, Sandy Hook... Dear Sandy Hook. What have you to say. Do you cry... Do you cry. For the children yesterday. My Sandy Hook... Poor Sandy Hook... I ask you, please don't cry.
Not all Asians are bad drivers and not all Polish people are dumb. Not all Germans are big and scary and not all French people are arrogant.
You say you're my friend, But the words just about where that ends, I give you my attention and time, To sit and listen to you moan and whine, But when it comes to me, You don't listen in...
Quinn was left in the dark only a moment before a light allowed her relief. The room was cavernous: wide and echoey despite the sheer amount of things there were.
'umm, mum this is Abby, you know the girl I'm engaged to.' Adam said desperately, shooting me apologetic looks. 'oh' she said looking me up and down disapprovingly.
I sat bolt up right in my bed and looked across at Lucy, she was rubbing her eyes. I got out of bed and ran to the door closely followed by Lucy.
Hey, I hope you enjoy this. Please repost any of my biteless stories. Thank you. Chapter 17 When I awoke Damien still had hold of me. I smiled and surprisingly he kissed me. He was awake.
She dragged me through the throngs of people until we were close to the house of the host. There was a small crowd gathered, which we pushed through.
Today I found out why you have not been in touch. You are seriously ill and I didn't even know, this sucks. On top of fighting the cancer, the chemo and radiotherapy.
Isn't it madness. We live in an age... Where technology surrounds us, As an every-day cage. I Skype in the morning, To say hello to my mum, When she's only downstairs, A few steps and then some.
Our phones fall, we panic. Our friends fall, we laugh. - Unknown.
Ok so we're done n' dusted and we're not exactly close friends anymore. We both said stupid shit and we kinda closed the freindship door.
*long rant. + bad language.