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"Charlie's in the tree line, about three clicks ahead, and we're out of luck on fire support, cos' the radios are dead, we're pretty low on ammo, last night we lost four men.
as I wall down the dark alley way, I hear the most strangest noises, dogs been unleaded, barking madly. A man in pain, screaming like no one else could scream in so much terror.
The sickly sweet scent soon rippled across the room, as the thick red stained with sharp daggers to the floor. The sensational taste, the twisting desire to devoir.
Chapter 2. Sight 1. When she woke up he was gone, not meaning he's never coming back, just that he was simply not there.
Got bored and started writing, would be good if I had a story to fit around it. Jack walked over the rain-splattered cobbles of the road.
April 30 2012 The day was a Friday. I forget the date. I forget most things if I'm honest. (That's the idea of a diary isn't it?) That was the day I ended up here...
You grow up thinking you can take anyone and everything put in your way. You make plans in your head, preparing for an event that will likely never occur.
Love to hear what you think, ways to improve are really appreciated. ************************************ The doctor, female about 40 with soft brown, wavy hair leant back in her chair. It squeaked.
My dearest, my darling, Wakes on the floor. She gives me a look of disgust, And then starts to walk to the door. Insults are thrown, Hatred is shown.
There were once four children; Lula, Sloane, Mya and Colby. They all adored their older sister Cookie, who they visited every weekend. Cookie lived in a farmhouse.
“Tell me how much you're enjoying this” said Jacob as he was getting close to finishing his “duty” for the night. “More...” was heard from Mr.
The air around them was screeching in their ears. It got louder and louder as they ventured closer to the tornado. The tornado was horrifying yet awesome.
When I see the truth. "Ugh.." - I thought. Policemen took me to the mental clinic. Yeah, that sounds strange, but they said that I killed Alexandra. White walls. White floor. People in white uniform.
Who woulda thunk it. That she'll be the innocent bystander foolish enough to stand in the way. And you being a train charging down a thousand miles and hour.
My car screeched to a halt. Lying on the pavement next to the road was something indescribable. A woman of about 22, was sprawled out in a pool of blood. I began to panic. What was I ment to do?.
I bowed my head towards my piping hot coffee and trough the blanket of steam that rose from the mug I could see my own reflection staring back at me.
A continuation of First Time A rasping sound escaped her lips, as if she hadn't taken a breath in a long, long time. Her eyes were wide, and confused. Hadn't she died. She was sure he killed her.
"Whoa, who's that?" I nudged Melrose, tilting my head towards the tall, jet black haired, sharp green eyed boy leaning against the tree in the schools courtyard. "Oh him.
Walking down Londons notorious streets with pride and compassion was Mr Blue. Mr Blue who didn't have a care in the world...well he was a dead man.
A start of a story I know is there in my head,rest to come soon hopefully. Curtains and relish makes a tasty dish for the moths but for those of us non insects it's just a mess to clean up.
Please let me know what you think in the comments :) >>>>> As I thought back I realised I had never been in more trouble in my life.
Outside the sky felt like an oppressive blanket. Bruise like purple and heavy, about to smother the life out of me.
Two girls shared a dorm in college. Jane and Megan. One night Jane wanted to go to a dance one night, at the hall down the road. She invited Meg but she decided to study instead.
I looked in the mirror and sighed. No magical transformation. Still the same me. My name is Jem. I have long black hair which is constantly getting tangled, ugly green eyes and I was fat.