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Chapter 8. Why me. "Oh. My. Gosh." I breathed. KYLE. Of allll people, asked me out. On a mini date?. My mind was racing, "A date.. Erm what should I wear. Will it be cold tonight. Will I be allowed...
#confidence Confidence always alludes me, See confidence is key. Charisma, so I'm told these days Is the link to opportunity.
Oh my. There goes another nine hours of my life. Spent idly browsing the endless status updates and mildly entertaining pictures posted by random pages. Click, chuckle, exit, scroll on.
Chapter #5 I skipped downstairs to come face to face with a confused looking James. I asked him what there was to look at but he replied with a shrug and went back to the kitchen.
F O L L E A O H R I O F W T...
#WriteMoarStories At the Justice building, we are navigated through endless corridors. Lilibeth and I are separated into two small adjacent rooms.
I got home to see my dad sprawled out on the couch in our much-too-small living room, watching rugby, as usual.
Feather looked around. The forest's mist seeped about her ankles. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet, as the cliché went. At her back, her rapier rested against her spine: a welcome comfort.
// Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. // I awoke in another large, concrete room lying on a cushioned table and blinking up at the fluorescent lights.
Ok, so I am skipping ahead a little as I am struggling with the parent conversation bit. It needs work. Let me know what you think about this part though, please.
Slippery. That was the feeling I couldn’t shake after having spoken to the salesman. I stood there feeling violated, a folder in hand as well as his card, not knowing what to do next.
I hate double dates. I've only been on one and that was enough. And well...it appears that my date with my fella from the online dating site is going to be a double date. Kinda.
Chapter 2 (part 6) "Aren't you going to get ready for work?" My mom asked and glanced at the clock. It was eight forty-five. Wait, I thought today was Saturday.
"I'm going back to 505, If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs" I'd said I'd call him when I got home.
His eyes were a smokey red, as though someone had left embers to smoulder. The raven black hair hung loose over his shoulders and down to his waist was slightly wavy, but not yet curled.
Hannah didn't have time to enjoy the details of her new car, as she was directed by Daniel to take the drivers seat and he followed into the passenger seat of the two-seater.
#bugsleg Let's go back to my garden again do you remember Ted. He's that strange bug like creature who looks like he's got five arms and one leg.
Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday...
I usually awaken around sunrise, to the sound of birds, mostly seagulls.
. ____ / , -- , \ There's still so much for us to find, So many doors to peek behind; The wonders never cease to be, In the Magnificent Maniacal Menagerie...
They met on the dark side of FaeEdge, in a province they had not explored. There was a full moon overhead, and white flowers as delicate as snowflakes bloomed next to the slender trees.
*Yes, this is a return to the story. Now entitled (provisionally) "Possession" I suffered from the double affliction of Writer's Block and January Exams, which stopped me (again) writing more.
Today at school the teachers introduced us to the new student jason clark blonde glossy hair, night sky blue eyes they twinkled when ever the light hit them,maybe under all that uniform is a year 11...
'What's wrong?' James muttered in my ear. We were sat in the Gryffindor common room listening (or, in my case, not) to our friends talk about anything and everything.