Stuck In Traffic
The boot of the car was small and airless, forcing my body to twist painfully into itself to fit inside the tiny space.
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The boot of the car was small and airless, forcing my body to twist painfully into itself to fit inside the tiny space.
Computers were never his strong point. Even though he could program a phone into a city hacking weapon, to code his way into the capital's records was beyond him.
It was rare that Yamato struggled with a contract. Rarer still that he worked with others.
I guess you could say everything appeared normal, well, almost everything.
The hotel walls are shaking. The bathroom walls are wet. Inside the mind is crippling Let's turn around and not forget.
#bestofopuss Probably my best poem, which is quite surprising as I remember being completely drunk when I wrote it.
Ive never told you what goes on in Lilly-Anns diary and as we have been together for ten chapters (not including this one) and i think your constant reading has deserved a look into her latest entery.
It wasn't luxurious in the old garage but it kept me out of the rain. I could see in the distance the apartment where I had once been.
As I stepped into the air I could feel the winter cold coming to my bones. At that moment I suddenlly felt hungry and realized I hadn't eaton for a while. That is when I did something I regret.
As the truckers approached I once more hid underneath my bed. I heard a lot of noise coming from the truckers so as they had been gone half an hour I crept out from under my bed to investigate.
I stood lonely and hungry in the dusty apartment, on my own. My father was gone and I had to fend for myself. I clambered to the kitchen, tears rolling down my cheek.
Crash, is all I could hear at the front door. My father was frantically collecting items and squashing them in suitcases. Crash another call of warning from the police.
Elisabeth West, jeune fille de 20 ans étudie la criminologie et les droits politique. A des ennemis jurer(comme toute fille normal). Elle cherchais un moyen de les éliminer originalement.
I have had many bad nights in my time but none as bad as last night.It was the 23rd of May 1999.It was very dark apart from the moon lighting up the sky.
Prologue: I never was afraid of death, until one day it was sitting infront of me- 10 feet below the ground.- I could see the reflection of my pale face in the silver gun.
Basically in comments make this thing sound more appealing. The best one wins . Judged by an anonymous source... Hmmm, The thing: pistachio ice cream :) Good Luck XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx.
I spent the Monday evening doing homework ; simple Geography. It wasn't fun, I had to admit, but I wanted to get it done with.
There I was. Standing at the crime scene once again. I was trying to figure out who the tall black figure was. Just then... I saw a trail of muddy feet leading to my house.
#weeklyopusschallenge Yes, it's true. Artic explorers, eager to find Father Christmas, treaded to his lair in the North Pole and astonishingly could NOT find him.
The world today is waking up to news that Christopher Kringle, the inventor of Christmas has disappeared.
I walked down the muddy path. The humid air was flowing in and out of me. I looked up from underneath my hat, the instructor was a few meters ahead. We were on a trek into the deep jungle.
On the ornate oak table, a box sat unopened. The 2 lovers to its right ignored it, too busy laughing and grinning at each other's awful jokes to acknowledge its presence.
Criminal Girl Pt 10 "Mercedes!" I grabbed Roy's wrist and ran to my cousin. "Oh, hey Kate." I was about to scold her when she interrupted: "Kate, thanks so much for setting me up with Cam. He is...
what do you hear when you open your front door. the birds. cars. children playing. Irmasi hears gun shot, screams and sirens. he lives in italy, the mafia side.