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Chapter 13 Is this real. "Jessica!" I look up. My mum. MY MUM WAS STARING RIGHT BACK AT ME. Now I WAS going to faint. "Mum..." "Oh Jessica. My darling!" She scooped me up into her warm arms.
I'll step up to the heavy weight. Get downed, like a pint on St' patties day. Place that bet, because you know my mouth is filled with face. Get back up just like yesterday.
"Where is he." Tamar demanded. His servant, Wilbur trembled with fear. He never wanted to serve the great Tamar, but he had no choice. He was young, eighteen, with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair.
"Where do you think you're going?" I heard a guy's voice. I looked back and found Trevor standing beside the women's bathroom's door. Jennifer blushed when she saw Trevor.
There was once a young boy called Charlie Snow, who was an orphan and lived in England. Charlie was a very sad little boy. He did not like Christmas and did not get any presents.
I stared at John with big eyes. "Are you sure?" I asked her. "Positive!" I took a cracker and put it to my mouth. I looked down at John while I bit it.
Mirror I show your skin and wear you thin, Until there's nothing left within, I shape your thoughts and mould your view, Until you hate the sight of you.
Enjoy Guys. I ride to make it a little longer, I don't know if it is though. Hopefully...
Prologue The sun had set and silence settled over the streets like a mysterious fog. A girl wondered through the narrow alleys of tight buildings. A small child lay sleeping in her arms.
We entered my room. Dimitri sat on the couch closest to the fire place. I sat on the chair closest to the bedroom, which was also the featheriest away from Dimitri.
@OpussDailyChallenge. Although I never made it to 5 feet tall. I am mighty important for one so small. The meaning of my name carries some weight. I was a born leader, it's written in fate.
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm. And I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running. But I kinda know that I won't get far.
It takes seconds to say it Those three little words But when they do Their hearts sing like birds It takes minutes to realise Those words mean so much But when they do Begins the simplest touch It...
hey guys, This is kinda a small chapter but enjoy anyway. Chapter 8: Jane Wedding gift “What do you want?” I hissed as he walked through the door.
The urban jungle was over flowing with people. The traffic was congested in the road and people spilled out of doors onto the over crowded pavements.
As a friend you were loving. Strong, fun, spontaneous. Foolish, eccentric and sociable. As a mother you were cold. Weak, unhappy, unpredictable. Embarrassing, scatty and lonely.
To be honest I was actually quite nervous. I mean, the one thing I was good at was giving me nightmares. Jonny dropped me back home at around 2:45.
Well, it appeared that the LostFae were not exactly genial.
The news from yesterday reported in the style of walruses with selective amnesia.
I walk home - alone this time - Hands forced deep into my warm pockets; Red hat pulled down tight over my ears.
~Lexi's POV. We all had an amazing time at Disney Land today, or at least I can say I did. I hung around Jaime, Tony and Rain pretty much the whole time.
- I haven't written fiction in a while, forgive me my rustiness. - It was dark inside the facility. Neon lights blinked sharply overhead, yet somehow the place still exuded darkness.
The black cave walls dripped icy water that splattered to the earth breaking the eerie silence. Inky water slithered in through the winding rock passages.
#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar The light of a candle is important. Especially now in 1876. To most people it is used as light to read or write or just to see with. I use mine to ward off sleep.