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I noticed someone else did one of these, so I thought I'd make my own list of books that I thought were brilliant as recommendations for others.
I'd like to write a poem A poem that rhymes ok But when I try, I fail my task And miserably say 'Why can't I write a poem the one that's meant to rhyme.
When I was but a lad of seven I used to sell handbags down market. Sorry, that should be 'I used to sell downmarket handbags'. I am not from Yorkshire I do not know what came over me.
Opussians, Sorry for bothering you. I've got some serious exams and issues and life to work through at the moment and things aren't right at all.
If I read back through all the messages, there would be at least one hundred "I love you more than you will ever know's" coming from your side of the conversations.
Phone rings, Don't wanna pick it up, I'm so scared, I'm gonna say to much, I tiptoe around your questions, Why you gotta dig so deep.
Hot and cold, that's how your hurricane blows. What happens next. I've asked but nobody knows. Expose yourself, why don't you tell me a secret. My lips are sealed, you don't have to worry I'll keep...
It was dark now. Lois and Edward were as usual sitting in their office chairs asleep. Now was my chance if I ever wanted to escape. I walked over to the edge of my bed.
The lights in the kitchen are off, but the extractor above the oven hob glows dim orange moonlight over two young men's untucked shirts and designer belts.
It all started the day bird was shot... He came for me around 11am on sunday, "hey yo silverz. Come out here man!" I knew it was bird his typical joker voice made me smile.
Living in London, I use public transport nearly every day to get to where ever it is I need to be. The form of transport being bus/train/tram/tube.
(16+ content possibly, please read with caution or not at all.) --- Stepping into the unknown The sphere enclosed her. No longer part of the warmth The silent echoes plagued her.
•true story• So this may come to a shocker to alot of you but I'm a stereotypical Californian druggy , I went to rehab once , I wasn't even that bad , I just needed a ticket back to California ,...
Simplicity is sometimes the key, Go ahead read more you will see, That your analysis is completely wrong, The writing here is luscious and strong, Sometimes with poetry it's what's left unsaid, That...
By Miscellaneous “Hello, there Miss Violet. How are you?” Daisy Rae asked as she delivered the cookies, and glared at the dog yapping at her feet. “As fine as one ever can be,” said Mrs Violet.
Gather round fatties, gather round. Sit back in comfort and let your minds drift. Tonight I shall regale you with the deeds of Jimmothy.
(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.
It's the chance of a lifetime, a dream come true. Amazing good fortune for me and for you. A personal tour of a vineyard estate; A spot opened up, someone else cancelled late.
When I posted my first Opuss, I was afraid of getting negative feedback or being spammed by anonymous people thinking it would be fun to make someone feel like crap.
Through Her Eyes "It was a dark and stormy night," Rebecca said. Her voice was low and the campfire made her beautiful face into something to be afraid of.
If I should die Think only this of me: 'Thank fuck he's dead. ' That should be the elegy. Don't glorify the life I led.
A blonde and a lawyer are seated next to each other on a flight from LA to NY. The lawyer asks if she would like to play a game.
"What?" Says Alina now practically mocking me. I don't care. "Kate's like my mother." I whisper again now facing the little girl. "Zee..." She says giving me a hug.
Everywhere I look there is a little plastic pot. She says it's for recycling but I know it is not. She's eaten all the yoghurt and it's now dishwasher clean.