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Chapter 14: Tom’s P.O.V It’s been a week since I won my bronze medal, a lot has happened Sarah, Chris, Maddy and I all got our first tattoo’s, I went and watched Lion King the musical with Maddy,...
Chapter 13: Tom’s P.O.V After I spoke to my family and everyone, the next thing on my list to do was PAAAARRTTTAYYYY!.
"I am not letting you drive ever again," I pressed my forehead with my hand as Alex led me through the hallways of an expensive looking hotel. Jennifer and Leo went ahead of us to the ballroom.
So last Friday night was date night, It went alright. Till up to a certain point.. My mate tagged along, So was the three of us, which was fun. We all bantered, laughing aloud.
You leave me and my friends sitting in the produce aisle, For most of the calendar year; But then December comes along and you go all Delia, Think you can cook my lovely green sphere.
"I'm going to take a shower." "Okay have fun." I give him a WTF look and walk into the bathroom. I take my shower but realize I forgot pajamas.
I screamed and it felt good. "Your never allowed to scream at the top of your lungs unless someone is trying to kill you." I thought. But then I looked back at Annie and I was depressed again.
-attempting a song in 3/4 for once instead of 4/4....
He drops me on the couch and then sits on my stomach. He makes a funny face and I laugh but it's hard because he's on my stomach. "Tell me where we're going?!" "we are going to.
I'm a little eccentric, But hey, who cares. I don't give a fuuuuuuuuuck- About common affairs. I'd rather be happy, And live in my world, Where I can take ANYTHING, That would've been hurled.
I meander back to the main control room, the dusty corridors holding no place in my mind, and the friendly orange glows of the sodium lamps that adorn the offices, casting strange silhouettes of...
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. Stepping into the unknown,. I struck my way through the vines that were overgrown,. Rising fog blanketed the barren ground,. The air was clear creating echoed sound,.
I don't like writing much. It's ironic, as I place a strong emphasis on grammar and words of three or more syllables.
So this is part of maybe a three part story-ish ... The first two parts are "Valentines Day" and "The Day After V-Day" ...
Chapter 12: Lola to the Rescue. Lola could see the pack of wolves on the other side. She ran over towards the ledge and stared down at the river that was flowing frantically.
Sometimes I sit and feel scared,. I feel so alone and unprepared,. Always in control of my destiny,. No one would expect any less of me,. I feel like I'm falling short,.
Longish one. Enjoy. Chapter 8 I'd never put much thought into what Hunters house may look like. I don't really know him too well. Would it be hidden, or in a poor part of town.
#augustwriteaday. #augustwriteaday. She wriggles to the rhythm. Softly moves her feet. Swaying to a rumba. And a bossanova beat. A picture of her boy. Clutched tightly to her chest.
#Household A photograph is all I have, To remember you. I remember when we bought you, Fragile and brand new. You stuck your nose outside your box, Curious from the start.
Tonight I can feel you (feel you). Thinking about us two (us two). Remembering how we were (we were). Loving and happy together (together). You're travelling down the wrong way.
-Hiding Feelings- I've always hid feelings. But especially when I wasnt eating.
Women are like the police, they can have all the evidence in the world but they still want a confession..
A rose as a metaphor for a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A beauty hard to surpass, where mishandling may result in injury or death. You could be a rose, that metaphor would fit, but I decided against it.
"I want to be a good-looking Guy with the perfect fling. I want to click and fit right in, And I wanna commit a sexy sin." "I want to have a proper friend. I don't want to have to pretend.