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"I want to run" So do I.
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"I want to run" So do I.
Ok So I'm a really big fan of Doctor Who. As in a squeel-at-new-episodes-join-fanclubs kind of fan. And I like to imagine what would happen if I wrote the episodes, not Moffat or anyone else.
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 3: 6:30 am "Why are we up sooo damn early?" a sleepy Damon asked seeing as the whole gang was at the airport on the way to their hometown, 2 days later.
"Everything was going to plan until that summer of 1969. However many may not remember unfortunately I'm one of those few who do. You see I was there in the middle of it all that summer.
Ugh. I spent the whole morning in the shower, scrubbing off the lake water. It was quite amusing when all the suds turned green and oozed under the shower. Someone must of thought I was toxic.
"You hate me don't you?" I'm sitting at the cafe dinner table opposite Josh. In-between a massive chocolate sundae. Holly took Rosie and Luke for a shower so I'm alone, feeling guilty.
Once upon a time in a misty little town in the middle of nowhere, lived a young boy who had spent much of his short life wishing that he was dead.
You come to me to be assured, That you are loved, that I care, I tell you I only want you to be you, But that of my heart, please, beware, The lists are written, The paper doesn't lie, We aren't...
Pappa Smurf©®™ woke from his afternoon nap He was feeling down and felt like crap So he got out his little digeridoo And started playing with it (as you do) Mamma Smurf©®™ had woke up at eleven And...
I heard this one ages ago. It was funny then but has time eroded its appeal.
Chapter 6 ------------ I wait for Mrs. Johnson to open her office door. Butterflies go crazy inside my stomach, and I feel myself start to hyperventilate.
Chapter 1: The Little Village The blazing sun was shining down on a little village called Lamina. The village was built in the middle of the desert and underneath ran a little river.
#bestofopuss...my final fave one. He lays me down. For my body to ascend. To a higher state of being. Native calls he has sent. He had chosen me. And willingly I chose him too. My Lakota lover.
#nightdwellers I'm a tornado spinning on life's dusty path, Churning up the debris of mirages that memories fade to last. The religious storms above me divide the pressures of histories heated love.
Chapter 5 (Edited) "Are you stalking me?" he asked. "Maybe." she replied with a small shrug. Her hand lingered on the door. "Are you going home?" Pierce nodded, shoving his hands in his...
~Cass' POV "Alright well we're gonna head out." Mike said after finishing off his beer. I invited them to stay for a drink before leaving so we had spent a while talking and just hanging out.
Chapter 13 When I was dressed I ran downstairs. “Patch” I called. No answer. “Patch” I felt arms around me. “Here” He kissed me on the cheek. “Are you ready to go?” I asked. “Not just yet” Huh.
I’m starting off here letting everyone know that I am simply an ordinary boy, man if you can see it from the scruffiness on my face, although my appearance does not state who I am or what I desire to...
(This is for @Powpunch based on her many underwater adventures, and also repayment for her once writing a very nice poem about my poetic nonsense.) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - If you...
As I walked along the dusty road, all seemed quiet. I expected I was a late beginner, as I had passed several dead people in my wake.
The train slid through the dark evening air as George sat cursing his phone battery. Another hour to go, and no electronic distractions from the boredom.
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Why. Why must life me so unfair, with so much hate, and despair. Why must people die, people cry, people lie. Why can a soul never be free. Why do the tools of oppression capture you and me.