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Jacob tried to force the words through his dry, chapped lips . He only managed one word : 'why . ' he croaked 'because you are the key .
Elizabeth had finally reached the shelter.It was clammy,dark and dingy but she could cope.The air-raid siren was now in it's prime;it was nearly ready to stop."Elizabeth,put your gas mask on you...
What Elizabeth was trying to reach,was her family's Anderson shelter.Only a few more paces,but the air-raid siren was already starting;Elizabeth had a worrying thought.What if those few paces were a...
The harsh rhythym of the guns launched an ongoing staccato, as I ran down the beach. Debris was flying everywhere, not to mention the blood and bits of flesh and shards of bone.
What a beautiful story to brighten your day. A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to...
Picking Perfect pearls, Peter pondered. Pearl production produces pain. Pain produces pearls- perhaps. Pretty. Pretty painful. For Leelee101 who asked for a 'p' :).
I run despite my pain wrecked body because the alternative is unbearable. I haven't survived this long to surrender now. Maybe it's only pride that keeps me alive.
As we got in the ambulance, the paramedic asked me how it happened,"Well sir, it's a long complicated story: do you want the long version or short?" the paramedic just shrugged, so I decided the long...
Our story begins. At the start of our lives. All our hope, dreams and wishes. Whilst watching mother clean the dishes. Learning right from wrong. And singing awful songs. We laugh ; we play.
1. I pull my mask tight and raise gun to shoulder, peering down the barrel like a pro. I run into battle with the forest. My ears capture every cracked twig and rustled leaf.
I felt the sun on my feet, the sticky sweat dripping down my body. It reminded me of a pudding, one mother would make when we lived in Berlin. This memory didn't help my hunger.
I sat on a log, away from the others. I needed to think, my mind was full of a thick fog that I didn't understand.
How many hits do you get 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9and .......Oh where's the tenth one you say.Well I don't now ask your mother she over there..
Girl: it's so beautiful out here Guy: yes just me you and the moon Moon: you to should kiss.
"Are we there yet?" Natalie whined. Tashie spun around, her face red. "No. Stop asking!" she whipped back around. "Well, where are we?" Natalie asked, exasperated. "We've been walking for days.
Creeping fingers of green and blue,. Feel the magic they will bring to you,. Wash away my sandy footprints,. Leave behind the smallest glimpse,. A world beyond our own,. Vast, beyond and unknown,.
From my window I see the garden and the community there. The hawthorn and bramble carefully compare thorns. Notes on thorn-care and preventing breakage are shared.
"What on Earth were you thinking. You could have killed someone!" My mother screams. She raises a hand and I flinch in fear. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray she doesn't strike.
The Music. Nobody talks about it but it is constantly in everyone's minds. People don't tell you if they've heard it because... well because it means they're cursed.
Cherry was a short, blonde, excitable chick who would frequently get into trouble with the law, though not in any serious way.
I always beleived in ghosts, but today seeled the deal.
Oh boy, I know it's been a LONG time since I posted a new chapter of The Bowthswer Hunt, and well, it's back. I worked on it a bit more so I'm posting the whole thing of what I've got.
How can you delete a account ??.
Thanks to all my 93 followers espichily lemonz for keeping me entertained for long hours with her poetry..