Beginning Line Contest
After being so kindly chosen by @DataLore24 the #beginningline contest falls to me.
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After being so kindly chosen by @DataLore24 the #beginningline contest falls to me.
The drums grew closer And closer And my heart beat begins to excellerate.
One Blood. Blood everywhere. My arrow - my favourite one, the one with the leaf markings - fly back to my hand. The droplets of blood on the granite floor came from its tip.
The girl walked slowly to the lamppost and gazed at the snow which was now falling heavily. Words could not describe how miserable she felt.
Hey, Here's chapter two. I hope you like it... REPOST please Chapter 2 I lay in bed that night. What had happened. Was this normal. It can’t be normal. That’s when I heard a faint tap on my window.
It was on the evening my fifteenth birthday that it happened. The month was November. The year, 1987. I was lying half-asleep by my window watching the moon. It was particularly cool that night.
"That was dangerous y'know..." muttered the strange boy. Rydian stared. The boy refused to make eye contact, and apparently had a great interest in staring at his worn runners.
A pleasant dream was keeping me in the cradle of night, but unfortunately I had no power of absolute phenomenon to protect me from the usual knock on the door.
Bursting into the laughter of the classroom, I search for my seat where Jessica and Alice were already sat near; chatting away. "Hi Nat!" Jessica and Alice exclaim at the same time.
The evergreen forest contrasted with the royal blue sky. Such a gentle thing nature is.
(Part of chapter 1, i need someone to tell if its good anoth to continue) Chapter One: How can I, how can I run faster. My legs are aching; my heart is pumping ready to explode.
Carnet d'un Garçon banal Je n'ai jamais su comprendre le sens du mot : Conte, je ne peut imaginer un monde si différent dans lequel je vis .
As the door closed with a click, I turned to face the nervous young man.
#5 Lexi started to wonder the town, she was supposed to be seeing a group of girls from school but milling around the shops and hours of 'do you think he likes me?' Just wasn't her style.
If you saw my last post, this is another clip. I'm currently writing this story, but it doesn't have a name. This isn't romantic though. This is.... why don't you just read it.
Days came and went and before you know it, it was Friday. I got dressed and hopped in my truck wanting to hurry up and meet this Octavius fellow. I tried to get to the mall as quickly as possible.
Chapter one A storm was brewing outside as Mr Kelly sat in his study finishing off his paperwork. He could hear the wind howling and the rain against the small window above his desk.
This was a part of my year 8 descriptive writing project. This is a loose connection to cars, it had driving in it.
It was exactly midnight before I got up. I had to be sure everyone was a sleep. I decided to slide down the stairs bannister instead of going down the actual stairs. Bad choice.
There were many conversations flowing. Anecdotes and observations of life and the latest theories on evolution. The tones of interest and amusement creating a symphony of understanding and rapport.
It wasn't a sound that awoke him, nor a presence. It was precisely a lack of the afore mentioned that put him on guard. He was aristocratic with a strong jaw, a set of clear eyes and a firm body.
Hey, sorry I didn't post one yesterday. Here's a really long chapter to make up for it. Enjoy Chapter 6 I pulled up outside the café and saw Damien sitting inside.
I know it's not good but oh well the train station was filled with smoke as the final train stuttered in to the overcrowded platform .
A week went by and every time I had history Colin was always in the same, angry mood. But one day, Friday, for my last lesson, he was different.