The Winged Girl VI
Quinn was left in the dark only a moment before a light allowed her relief. The room was cavernous: wide and echoey despite the sheer amount of things there were.
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Quinn was left in the dark only a moment before a light allowed her relief. The room was cavernous: wide and echoey despite the sheer amount of things there were.
I was still in the bush when I woke up and my mind was groggy. I couldn't see much but I got to my feet slowly and fell backwards against a fence. "Ugh" I complained rubbing my sore neck.
Not all Asians are bad drivers and not all Polish people are dumb. Not all Germans are big and scary and not all French people are arrogant.
This part is pretty lame, part 3 is much better. Two weeks after the bomb had wiped out London the virus had spread rapidly all over the country.
Isn't it madness. We live in an age... Where technology surrounds us, As an every-day cage. I Skype in the morning, To say hello to my mum, When she's only downstairs, A few steps and then some.
"Then break the spell!" I screamed. Lampton was watching me now, his eyes getting wetter by the second. He knew what was going to happen, I could see it in his eyes.
#movement A rumble. Soft at first but growing louder, and quickly too. I turn. I see it. Wave upon wave of pristine ghostly white snow sliding toward me.
Some thing's really ruin life but the one thing that I feel is one of the main aspects; is bullying. What's the point in it.
"I want to swim," he said, that mischievous sparkle appearing in his clear blue eyes, as it always did when he had concocted a crazy plan. "What.
I gasped as the cool gel hit my stomach, Adam squeezed my hand excitedly, today we were going to see our baby for the first time.
I once found an enormous egg To which I grew very attached But it was not a normal egg; As I found out when it hatched Instead of out popping a bird A gorgeous cheeky chick Out emerged a fearsome...
#household BBTV45*+1 Wednesday 21 November 2012 Our evening listings 6.00 THE NEWS Interesting fact based program. Sport for the men at the end.
She dragged me through the throngs of people until we were close to the house of the host. There was a small crowd gathered, which we pushed through.
Today I found out why you have not been in touch. You are seriously ill and I didn't even know, this sucks. On top of fighting the cancer, the chemo and radiotherapy.
You say you're my friend, But the words just about where that ends, I give you my attention and time, To sit and listen to you moan and whine, But when it comes to me, You don't listen in...
So there I was, standing halfway up the stairs, still damp from the night, with my snub nose tucked into my waistband. Upstairs, darkness, not a sound. And him.
Again, based on people I know and such but not true. Following on from "Valentines Day", as requested by @minxyMolly ------------------------ You got on my bus again today.
"Did you see the nurse's face?" Lampton laughed as he watched me intently. I nodded, not trusting my voice, but then started laughing all over again. I bet my mum and dad wouldn't see the funny side.
Yay!!!. 100 posts. Now that I've come so far I think it's time you got to know me a bit better. I've always loved interviews so now I am going to be interviewing myself.
"Not so sweet dreams" "Can you read me a bedtime story?" Anica asked. "No," I said bitterly. "Please," she said.
Marcus had gone out of the room, trusting me that I won't kidnap Harry and sneak of with him in the sunset, half an hour had been up.
In the early morning light Nothing seems to have any colour, Which I never knew before now: Consolation, perhaps. A little extra knowledge to ease the pain.
It was Saturday and I just woke up. It has been a little over a week since I went to the doctors, to find out the sex of the baby just for Nick to tell me he didn't want to know. It was a bummer.
Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the Times.