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I opened my eyes and looked around the tiny room I was in. I don't remember how I got there. The room had padded walls (like you would find in a asylum) with a concrete floor.
We get on the plane and I grab my bee pillow pet. "who's that?" Liam asks. "This is No Name." I reply stroking it's face. I give it a kiss and make a disgusted face. "eww.
Omg!!. I dunno what is wrong with me to write this :O u guyz might think I'm crazy!!!!. Younger people WARNING - has sexual issues. I woke up really early the next day. God.
Hello, my dear followers. Much to my surprise I have been able to write Opusses while I am away. This is due to a few unexpected events.
Chapter 3 I took my 3 bags. Walked downstairs and went to the car. The building was not that big. Only two floors. The car was waiting on the street. It was a red car. Not big but I loved it.
Like the peeling paint, the screeching gate, the littered streets, the lying cheats, society is falling, hard with little resistance, a dense rock into a polluted river, thick with shameless uncare.
Hi this is a story that is pretty close to my heart. It's only short, but has a lot of meaning to it. I hope you like it. A true story.
Little Ralphie Werewolf was facing his annual quandary of what to get his mother, Wanda Werewolf, for Mother's Day.
---Part 2. I am grateful to hear any criticisms to make my writing better (as I know it's far from perfect) and whether this is interesting enough. So comment your opinion.
~Secrets Trilogy~ Chapter One Never Say Never He said it so passionately. "I'm not risking it. Not risking.. You." I didn't want him I let go. Or stop talking.
A knot I can't get rid of, Tears I'm yet to shed, This feeling hanging over me, Insecurity in my head, I just can't get rid of this feeling, I don't know how to describe, The feeling of living on a...
Well, after reading all the interesting biographies out there, I guess I figured, eh, what the heck. And here I am, with my own. So, um... Here it goes, I guess.
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 3 ~~~ He came out of his shower clean shaven, smelling fresh and no blood anywhere. Only a black eye. "Your such a bitch, You know that?" I smiled and shrugged.
It took a little over two hours to reach the town.
In the history of stupid decisions I've made, walking the two and a half miles to my friend's house at 1 a.m. with no cell phone because the car wasn't working...well, that probably takes the cake.
My Notes --------------- New Pope Jorge Bergoglio Taken the Name of Pope Francis From Argentina , he is one of five children Ordained in 1969 He taught literature, psychology and philosophy and...
With 35 entries, all of thought provoking quality, this has been the hardest challenge I have done.
"He should've been back two hours ago." Jordan growled, pacing around the camp. Flynn ran a hand through his dark hair nervously. "What do you say we do then?" Jordan clenched his fists.
A beloved God father gave a girl a magical toy, From a nutcracker he made her a little soldier boy.
I can't believe Niall said I ruined his life. I think I've gone through more in the last couple weeks than he has in his entire life. I go to my room to start putting things away.
“We have a problem. In fact no, we have two. The first problem...” He stuttered, seemingly reluctant to continue. “I’m so sorry, you are dying.” I stared, frightened, into his sombre eyes.
Fuck It- one of the most liberating phrases in the English language. But I grew up a chronic Worrier, unable to harness the advantages of not giving a shit.
Sometimes, the hardest thing is not laughing at something serious..