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"My first memory was from an old woman", the memory thief locks his arms behind his neck as he stretches out on the sofa beside my cat.
A compassionate love between both lovers who clearly have no idea what they have, but afraid to say what they really feel. So far away but yet so close, so near..
It's funny how many types of break downs you can get. How the lead up towards it makes you ready to snap in so many more ways than one. Today, unfortunately, events of yesterday got to me.
Her writing didn't look necessarily neat on the paper, and it was faded from her light penmanship, so much that it seemed almost as if a spider had fallen into a jar of ink and crawled across the...
Work time I say to my mom as I run out the house and Down the street to a Rundown graveyard, It's the only place I get inspiration for my Drawings, today I'm working on a new drawing its going good...
I'll be lonely this valentines, Without you by my side. I'll be lonely this valentines, The hurt, I just can't hide. Lonely this valentines, Just like the ones before it.
The door closed with a creek and clicked shut behind him, considering his tardiness you'd think J would be in more of a rush.......but he wasn't , J couldn't give two shits for his job, or anything...
I hate life. Living in what is a supposedly a perfect society. The city is mostly white as well as the clothing. I am the only one who doesn't wear white.
Have you ever been in one of those situations where things could have easily gone differently. You know, those times when looking back on it you were really lucky to survive.
Oh, how he vexes me, promises of love, happiness, fertility, virtue, riches beyond my belief. How could I have been so blinded by my own love for him. Though, I can not complain.
Chiba and Kiyomi walking to school. When they reached the school * whose the guy that she walking with.
"Zay. No!" I screech. Zay doesn't react. What's wrong with him. "Zay!" The man holding my stick glares at me, then slaps me. Ow. What was that for.
Should I make a competition, Or should I maybe not. Would anyone even enter Or let them show me what they've got. I already have some ideas And I'm a fair and decent judge. But would it work for me.
**All-right, so now Amorita is in this story. This: ~_~ means that it's her POV. I hope you enjoy this chapter!!** Muffled voices swarmed around me. My head ached. I couldn't see. Was I even alive.
"Mum. Where's my packed lunch?" "Here. Now have a good time dear, I'll see you in 6 months!" Her mum came over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
I got home, and, yes, we did call. But not before Sally and I had a bit of a conversation. "Paul: "Hey Em. *TACKLE*", Sally texted, and I giggled. " x 193838191847," I texted back.
There was literally ice stuck to my hair. Sally and I went into the bathroom, where I saw how Paul had seen me for the past couple of hours.
Once upon rainy day, This girl name Kiyomi ran to the bus near town to get to school. When it starred to rain this guy in her neighborhood, he gave you his napkin.
I was pretty tired from running in the snow. Paul thoroughly enjoyed messing with me, throwing snow at me and grabbing me and wrestling with me.
Ugh, okay, I tried. And I got a few points. And it was pretty intense. I did a lot of blocking and put up quite a fight. But in the end, Paul one the World Cup finals.
We received 2 feet of snow at our town. It snowed from Thursday night all through Friday and a bit of Saturday. So.
J was in bed, a lonely, frigid bead of sweat was running sluggishly down his ashen forehead, by now he's only scarcely remembering the mystifying scenes that were unfolding in the dream plains before...
Life.
Time moves fast.