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I woke up with a start by the noisy, electric hum of my mobile phone under my pillow. Swearing loudly and rubbing my eyes irritably with clenched fists I glanced at the watch. 6 am.
#beginningline challenge I stand upon the edge of knowing, the possibilities are far and wide. As I wait, tentatively in this place, I get to thinking.... What if it's not like I'm hoping.
We stand on the street for a while, watching our new neighbors move in. They look nice enough, but Summer doesn't seem to like them. "They don't seem normal." Summer pulls me back.
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.
I closed my eyes as I sank in further and my head started to go under. I had never felt true terror until this day. My life flashed before my eyes, as I knew this would be my last breath.
We kept the cellar door locked. Nobody ever went down there. Not my mom, not my dad, no one. Not even my older brothers, Ben and Dylan.
I’m here in the English Trenches, , I just hope this war ends soon. I have a terrible secret. It’s been with me since I was 16, 19 years ago today. I’m Jonathan, but everyone calls me Johnny.
#nightdwellers #beginningline He stepped silently out of the shadows like a specter, his face ashen in the cold moonlight, the wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket and playing with strands of...
#nightdwellers#beginningline He stepped silently out of the shadows like a spectre, his face ashen in the cold moonlight The wind lifting the tails of his suit jacket, and playing with strands of...
Chapter 1 (part 10) Why does all this water keep flying everywhere around me. This is the second time it's happened when I get mad. My door flew open and my dad came in.
As he holds the rear saddle Of my bike, I peddle so hard with all my might, Concentrating on my balance, Feeling safe with his promise and still a little fright Trust and love is as solid as stone...
Take me down to the bridge by the river, Tell no-body, Drop me into the icy waters, Mourn me.
#colour. In desperation. In fear of the cold. I'm selling that ring. It's only old gold. It's not a worry. It's only old gold. My family won't know. And don't have to be told. It's only old gold.
A friend told me to post this. Not sure why. But please remember that A) all this was made by Bart baker A) may contain... Unsuitable terms. But that's Bart baker for you. C) that those where both...
A girl is glaring at her closed bedroom door like she's hoping it'll burst into flames. "It's not fair," she thinks, fingers curling into fists.
"Have you got a memory stick for me to use." Alana asked "So its a yes then!" Jemma said handing over her memory stick. "I never said that." "So you wont?" Jemma said.
On a wet rainy day in late September my mom brought a box full of books from my grandmas garage. She had been dead for 3 years now.
221 Baker Street The writing was smudged, but I could make out the 3 words. I knocked lightly, rocking on my feet. Sherlock didn't know who I was. I was Mycroft's daughter, Gem...
The darkness engulfed Lynn's flashlight beam. "Crap!" she whacked it multiple times but got to response. The tap tap tap got closer. "Come on. Come on!" she shook the flashlight frantically.
~Part 5~ !¡!¡!?¿?¿. "Wha-what?" I stumbled, there's no such thing as vampires. Duh. "Your Mother." "What about my Mum?" "She had a book.
She was taken from her mothers arms, did she have no other choice. just a baby in her arms, an innocent with no voice. To a mother so confused, was all of the truth told.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Elma" Lady Red smiled. Lucas let out a laughing snort. "Your name is Elma?" He laughed. Lady Red was watching me and she nodded. "What do you go by then?" She asked.
Part S I X A lot of describing, not a lot of 'doing' ------.----- The house of wonders The house of dreams As soon as you walk into the great house, you see the floor - black and white checkered...
~True ghost story~ ~Not mine~ *"Where do all the lonely people go. Where do I belong?" These were the words softly uttered to Rose Berini from a little boy dressed in white roaming her upstairs hall.