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If a picture speaks 1000 words,. Dose that mean a word sees 1000 pictures,. Perhaps,. Maybe in the darkest tunnel,. where your odds seem bleak,.
My name is Violet Baragar and I immigrated in 1942 from Russia to America through Ellis Island when I was 9.There was war going on in Russia and I was in my house when someone walked in and told me I...
We rose in the ashes, From dust and death, To live our lives, And take a breath. We were born in the flames, In horror and pain, To stand and watch, While humanity was slain.
Through the darkness, I see no path, The moon's betrayal blinds my eyes, And grasping hands from forest trees, Tear my skin despite all my cries.
I woke up with the shock of Alek not lying next to me. I looked around, searched everywhere at the cave, walked into the forest a few meters, but he was nowhere to be found.
A struggle for life, To live, to survive. Every ragged breath, Decreases chance to stay alive. Too many gasps, A fish starved of water. Written off for certain death, A cow; bred for slaughter.
'I will never let you go'. He said, while I shed a tear,. He remained calm though,. Like what he said was real,. First of all, he caused a fire,. Escaped before I even woke,.
~Not mine~ [5. The Killer in the Backseat] One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway.
~Slightly scary story~ ~Not mine~ By Kelly Marino Karen awoke with a start, staring blindly into the space around her.
Taster of my Film Script. Chapter One. Part One. (Lightening and Thunder strike at a dark, battered & angry sea. Camera zooms in on a large area of sea from up above.
I cradled my little brother, I was only 13. My mom died a few weeks back. My brother, Erik was only 5 years old.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I froze to the spot, still staring at the five bloody hand prints. What was happening. Was this all a dream. A nightmare.
Alek looked at me, and I looked at Alek. And we knew exactly what to do- Run. Leaping from the roof, we managed to land on a hay stack and fled as fast as our legs would allow.
I prowled the fields, slowly I raised my crafted bow, and took out a arrow, it was thin, and had feathers from pigeons Elf caught. Twang. Twang. Twang.
Epilogue Cold shivers ran up my spine. I laid coldly on the wet rock. The rain poured down on me." I tried to stand, but nothing happened.
Outside of first and does my bum look big in this @leelee101 @Tiia. Your inside choosing your clothes. While I'm outside killing your foes. Lee thinks he's so very fast.
Flip, jump. Twirl, bow. Putting on a show. Like we know how. Spin, climb. Take a dive. Whatever it takes. To survive. Constant music. In the background. Yet it feels. There is no sound. Twist, turn.
Out by the lighthouse In the heat and spray I saw the hurricane come this way I knew I should run But my legs became rock And my pulse was quickened An urgent clock On the edge of Montok (And maybe...
"Meow?"a small cat prowled around the tree. I picked it up, it was the color of coal, and was skinny and shivering. I rested my head against the tree, with the cat on my lap.
Running from oblivion, No escape and yet we try, To hold on to what we have here, We won't let it wither and die.
Kicks and a punch. Marks and bruises. After dinner and lunch. Consciousness looses. Ropes and wire. Tied to a pole. Hurts like fire. Burns the soul. Flesh apart. Lemons and lime. Burning heart.
Hello again, today is Sunday, October 28, 2012. I had to go and get into a car during the calm before the stormy Sandy. The winds were quite insignificant, though there was apparent rain.
Heart pounding, Flushed face. Feet chasing, Fast pace. Arms swinging, Gasping breath. Every step taking you, Further from death. Head turning, Moan escaping. Almost there, Mouth gaping.
Part 1. The bombs exploded. The whole world was alight with the burning flames that engulfed it all. Anything I had ever cared for; gone. I stood in the cave with the only other people who survived.