Remembering Frankie
Chapter 6 Smells wafted thought the apartment. I scrunched up my hands just to let go letting the white silk flow from my tight grasp.
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Chapter 6 Smells wafted thought the apartment. I scrunched up my hands just to let go letting the white silk flow from my tight grasp.
~Ian~ "Leia?" I asked. I could tell it was a dream now, but why wasnt I waking up. She nodded. "You guys are right.... Kind of." Alyssa looked at me. "She says Calvin killed her...
It took me a while, but it's long and pretty legendary :) x Warning: Sexual references, underage drinking and one swear word.
Slight twist in the story now, hope you like it :) •••••• I had a plan. It involved: •America •adverts •an aeroplane •£money£ •boys •body guards •security cameras&alarms And a lot of hiding...
Jasmine My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless. I was always two steps ahead of him, my body quicker than his.
Prologue My life was once the life of a normal 14 year old girl. I was at the stage in life where I thought my life would end if I didn't get the latest perfume or the latest book in my collection.
I sat in the court room, this time for real. My mom dropped off a skirt and blouse for me to make me look more presentable. The officers allowed it since I was only a kid.
Chapter Ten. Was it. Wasn't it. It looked like her. The short curly brown-grey hair. The oversized glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her locket neckless, that no one knew what was inside.
Has any one seen that movie Stigmata , well believe it or not , the book they quote in that movie actually does exist, the book of Judas ,which is a gospel ,containing talks between Jesus Christ and...
I still remember the day it all happened. The day the disease was finally spreading around the entire world. Scientists were already crazy with the disease. I don't know how...
Chapter 1 Dreaming It was the day of the final in the Grand Prix competition me and Toffee were about to jump the last jump, the moment I have dreaming about since my life begun.
We talked around the edges For hours Until you said You had to go Should have long ago To meet someone, do something Drink, get wrecked Easier than talking, talking Saying it can't work Won't...
It feels like days, but I'm pretty sure it's only been a few hours. My mind is going crazy and there is a pulse throbbing at the side of my head.
Whilst all of this had been going on, something perhaps even worse was happening. Dani had just waved Travis goodbye. She could feel the Bacardi hitting her head.
So sorry for the late post, Opuss stopped working on my iPod and I've been swamped with work but it's finally up. Sorry @CuriousCat, I'll make it up to you!!. I toss down more fruit.
The clock goes tick. Too slowly to tock. As I wake your on my mind. I check to see if its morning time. The clock goes tick. Too slowly to tock. Start by jumping in the shower.
I've lived to breathe a thousand lies. Witnessed too many tsunamis in your eyes. Watched on helplessly as the world rushed us by. And time did heal in truth we cried.
He awoke alone in a strange room and for a moment he was confused before the enormity of what he'd done yesterday hit him. He wondered how his wife was.
#wewillrememberthem The following is a poem by one of two of the best war poets Siegfried Sassoon, the other Wilfred Owen. If you haven't read any if their work, I recommend it.
The thin piece of wood feels light as air in my shaking hands, the tip, glinting blood red against the moon.
Body beach 12 Now all we have to do is wait for the kidnapper. I thought to myself as I sat hidden behind a boat. The area was dead, bit one person was roaming around.
#emotion #curiosity The room was pitch black I felt my way around from the door and back Nothing on the outside walls No light switch or light pull I edged my way slowly inwards My mind became...
"Sir, we have searched the room high and low, but there is no sign of a murder weapon" said young Constable Skinner to me.
Inspiration comes from many places. People I meet, the looks on their faces. Furtive glance, a secret smile. To lift and warm your heart for a while. A winning bet, result on the horses.