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Adult content only My name is Rachel Turner and I was 24 years old when I was murdered. I worked in telesales, a job that although I enjoyed it, was not planning on doing for the rest of my...
To my dearest son The very fact that you are now reading my letter means that I'm no longer with you.
Hey guys, Enjoy. Chapter 16: Jane Oracle I climbed onto the bed. Tears sprang to my eyes, I wanted Lucas so badly now. I didn’t care how bad the cravings got I needed him. Lucas. I screamed in my...
Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the Times.
The garage was in lockdown, with it's heavy steel shutters all locked. There was a Bentley with it's roof down, and it's radio playing rock.
You ask me of Him, My beast, My kin, My Dragon, Untamable unruliness, So dress to impress, He awakens from long slumber, With a burp and a murder, Great green wings unfold, Launches into the air...
Chapter 26 I woke up in Damien’s arms. He was incredibly warm and there wasn’t an inch between us. It was the last day of the holiday in America and it had been weeks since I had been kidnaped.
#Opussweeklychallenge Dear Sara I'm writing to inform you that this year will test your strength beyond belief, but you must stay firstly strong ...
#100things 1) Everything relating to my children- laughing with them, being silly, baking with them, dancing with them, watching them sleep(they look so peaceful and angelic), enjoying my...
We all know what society's views are on people and the way they are supposed to look. Girls; skinny and feminine. Guys; buff and manly.
Imagine if you will, as these conversations never (or did they) took place, a man who looks as if he doesn't shave, let's call him David, he's Prime Minister and various cabinet ministers lets call...
What to do when no one cares. When life's a series of nightmares. When every night I cry in bed. Every tear, a river's shed. What I do is stand up tall. Then I don't feel quite so small.
Hey guys, I hope you like this. It's chapter 20. There is going to be about 5 more chapters after this and then the dreaming angels stories have finished.
I just stared at phone as I felt my world begin to crumble around me, I was only brought back to the present by Lucy calling me, 'Abby...Abby where are you?' I stumbled out side, not seeing properly...
#100things 1) Reading - to the point where, when I was little, my granny used to tell me off for spending pocket money on books rather than dresses or toys or whatnot.
*Bloody Red Riding Hood * *The Halloween Version* * * Only twelve years old, Mary was sent into the forest alone on the 31st day of October.
-now I haven't done this story in a month, should I still continue?- Part Three ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Everyone's oxygen mask came down from above, except Josh and I's.
I suppose my fascination with the night sky and the possibility of alien life forms began when I was 4 years old. That was when I was introduced to The Sky At Night with Patrick Moore.
-sorry it's so short!- "Maddie. Dinner's ready!" called my Mum from downstairs. " 'K be down in a sec." I called back.
When we arrived at Nick's house I went to his room and sat my bags down. I turned around and saw him behind me. He leaned in and kissed me.
I jumped when I heard a startling noise. I didn't know where it was coming from. I quickly got under my blanket and hid. I know I was acting like a 2 year old but what if it was a robber.
So this is the next two chapters in the story. Chapters 5&6. Sorry if this upsets anyone... Enjoy.
Snow is beautiful. I've never really appreciated that sentiment, until now. For all of my life, I hated snow. It is cold and wet. It freezes all it touches and, if ever given the chance, it kills.
#adventchallenge A true story.