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1. I was born on St Patricks day. 2. I have rode a camel. 3. My favourite band is Evanescence. 4. I have Trichotillamania, Anxiety and Depression. 5. I have a phobia of escalators. 6. I hate feet.
There's a hub-bub in the kitchen Filled with raucous reminiscing And I do feel that I'm missing Good fun going on.
I sat in my bed for half an hour, analyzing and repeating that dream in my head over and over again. I need to normally wake up, let's go to make some coffee, I told for myself.
“When you get to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something...
I visit the same newsagent I see my mate Sanjay We have a chat about this and that And then I'm on my way Next door there's a charity shop Outside there are some bags Filled with things good people...
As it turned out, Paul was able to go to Sally's. So as Sally and I sat on her bed, she laughed as I kept looking eagerly out the window to see if Paul had come yet. "Chillax, Em," she said, grinning.
The silence between Hades and Nyx was not an awkward silence. Rather, it was the type of silence that occurs when speaking is not necessary. Hades was staring at the cobblestone path.
Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
~Nathan's POV~ I hugged as we got into the van. It was a loooong dark ride. And it was really boring, by the time we got to London from Gloucestershire it was almost three in the morning.
Sunday is upon us once again. HOLA. So, it's nearly time for me to go to Barcelona for my birthday. Yeah, I'm being taken to BARCELONA this year... I'm super psyched.
Hello again Opuss. I'm really sorry that I left in such a hurry without a proper explanation. A lot of things started going wrong all at once and I had to take some time off to sort them out.
"Meow?"a small cat prowled around the tree. I picked it up, it was the color of coal, and was skinny and shivering. I rested my head against the tree, with the cat on my lap.
(Year 7) Harry tossed me my wand, and I easily began dueling Draco. "Such a shame...we're both pure blood" I said, before Draco's wand flew out of his hand into Harry's.
(Year 5) It was the 5th year, I was finally 15. "Harry" I hugged him, "good luck with your..." He shrugged. "There was dementors Claire" warned Harry. I wrapped a arm around him, "I trust you" I said.
We laughed and loved and I thanked the one above we gave each other everything far into the night we'd be singing.
NOOOOOO!!. So sad!!:( But OMG!!. :O "Wha what. J joe your a awake?" "Yeah babe I'm here. Sorry." "It wasn't your fault babe." He held me close and kissed me thoroughly, I missed this feeling.
Box full of matches, spark them light the blackness. The future's full of madness, I think we need some practice. I can be an actor you can be actress.
Chapter 62 " shut up. Someone is here I can feel it". Could Chris feel me being around. I stood behind a large boat. It stood parked and no one could see me in the dark.
It sounds stupid I know, I have gone my whole life without this boy, not even knowing him and now I am worrying that I won't see him for a week.
Little piece of you All of my parents have died, some of them still walk around like nothing has happened, like they are still alive but I have mourned for them already.
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Genevieve looked madly around as the approaching demons closed the space between themselves and her team.
To celebrate a milestone. Seems quite the thing to do. And why not, it's rather special. To have penned a hundred or two. But then there is the difficult choice. What to write to make your mark.
CONFINED: Do NOT read. (Well, maybe you can...) Today, Mother Goose, a shy but quite a clever bird, decided to fess up on what REALLY happened in the nursery rhyme land.