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~Spooky story~ ~Happy(ish) ending~ ~Not mine~ I heard the neighbour's car running in the garage as I got into my car to drive to the grocery store. That seemed a bit odd, since it was summertime.
Every morning, as soon as I woke up I was counting down the hours until I fell asleep again, meeting Luc, in my dreams and embarking on the magical adventures he would take me on.
This is my most recent poem and arose as a result of a discussion with my family about the danger's of inaction A wise man went unto a witch, his fortune to be told He hoped to see his future days...
Suddenly, Daniel burst into the room: "We have to go." Daniel said and Hannah remained deep in thought.
she had on a leather jacket and smelled of cigarettes. she had eyeliner all around her eyes. she had long black hair and was so skinny. she looked like a skeleton. she was tall. she was independent.
It had been 2 full years since Nancy last saw her cousin Bob but not only was he her cousin, he invented the walnut. He was famous for this throughout the land.
You come to me to be assured, That you are loved, that I care, I tell you I only want you to be you, But that of my heart, please, beware, The lists are written, The paper doesn't lie, We aren't...
Based on a true story: It was November and the weather was particularly mild for that time of year so she couldn't understand why she felt a cold coming on.
I can't think straight again today. I'm way too tiered to play. Gonna dig myself a shallow grave. Lay me down to dream I'm brave. I can't think straight anymore. I'm way too drunk to explore.
~This is a mini-story that I wrote when I was 12. It makes me laugh when I read it now as I think the ending is so stupid, but anyway. Sorry if it's a long Opuss.
For my zombie-anxious friend, Izzy.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
~Chapter 3 Off we went. I followed at Red's heels as he gingerly opened the old cell door. It creaked open for the second time in quite a while.
#adventchallenge What happened to our frosted world of Narnia. Come back please!. It shouldn't rain at Christmas, its miserable .... and...
~Cass' POV. "You wanna come to the studio with me?" Jeremy asked as he got up from the couch. "The guys won't mind." "You sure?" I bit my lip. "Of course.
"Shh, she's sleeping" The nurse said, with a long thin finger on her lips. I knew that, did she think I was stupid or something. They called her Sleeping Beauty but no, she wasn't asleep.
#nature (Sunday morning) She can't stand the rain He stayed out all night And she's feeling the pain (Sunday morning) She says to herself Should I forgive Or be left on the shelf (Sunday morning)...
Knock knock Who is there. I am your future he says. Go away I am drowning in my past these days. Knock knock Who is there. I am your past he says.
(wow... Okay, so warnings, this contains blood-play, insanity, slash (malexmale), and someone being left high and dry.
*warning ranting content* Not human. No soul. I'll devour you up whole. Not there. You sure. Then what are you doing that for. Goosebumps. Those chills. Thats me giving those thrills, Don't care.
I heard a knock on the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find out I was right.
Well, late one night, she started to cry, And thought he ain’t coming home, She was tired of the fight and the lies, But she didn’t want to see him go.
I am lost in my sleep again, Trapped within the fog of dreams, Behind the curtains of my eyes, A victim to my mind's own schemes.
~Yet another spooky story; not mine~ ~Sorry this is a bit long~ Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks.