No Title..... Part 13
He smiled. "Hello yourself." Then smiled again, inviting me to engage. I stood, dumbfounded and beyond terror, silent. I fingered my watch, what was the time.
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He smiled. "Hello yourself." Then smiled again, inviting me to engage. I stood, dumbfounded and beyond terror, silent. I fingered my watch, what was the time.
#household. A path of hidden stepping stones,. Secret crossing now not known,. Once a magical market motorway,. Where faeries and sprites would play,. Rainbow dust piled high on bumblebee backs,.
As I steped onto the train I new there was no going back, I suppose before I thought there was an ounce of hope there was a mistake that I didn't have to fight to the death with the girl I had loved...
Prologue My life was once the life of a normal 14 year old girl. I was at the stage in life where I thought my life would end if I didn't get the latest perfume or the latest book in my collection.
The lights in the kitchen are off, but the extractor above the oven hob glows dim orange moonlight over two young men's untucked shirts and designer belts.
So ladies and gentlemen if you have children or have nieces and nephews or know folk that have had kiddies. You'll know that the lady in question always has a birth story.
I met my father in the library along with the guests. I made their acquaintance and listened to their tedious conversations of business and foolish gossip.
Words can make you feel on top of the world Or throw you into the depths of the ocean Make your voice loud enough to be heard Or heal your wounds life a magic potion.
The lights slipping through the half closed blinds illuminated my body, playing over my skin in an almost sensual way. Not to me obviously, but I would like to think that it would be to someone else.
I'm not the type of person who needs to be around people often. I enjoy my own company a lot of the time. I wouldn't even call it a choice; it's just in my nature..
This is your life. Do what you love, and do it often. If you don't like your job, quit. If you don't have enough time, stop watching TV.
The bleakness I saw swirling madly about in the smooth glass of its eye, squeezed at my chest, disrupting the natural rhythm of my inhalations.
#ataleoftales I cautiously crossed the doorway, deliberately stepping over the threshold.
Hey. Here's chapter 3, I hope some more people will notice this story. Please read. Or give some feedback. Thank you, and enjoy. Chapter 3 I don't know what happened last night.
I was woken up by my own scream. A cold sweat trickled down my neck and forehead, and my heat was beating at a dangerous pace.
I won't say that I beleive in love and glory though the evidence says its my life story all my life I've been in disguise I can't seem to break these ties I'd stop it all for you nothing I wouldn't...
I'm so fast I flick the light switch off and i'm in bed before the lights go out... A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.
#heinz. Warning. Contains adult theme. 16+. Admiring the curves of her body. He watches her from behind. The pencil skirt, silk blouse, stilettos. It's been a hard day, time to unwind.
In a wondrous wintry setting The Hotel Overlook Closes for the winter So there's no need to book Take your pick of rooms They'll all be empty Except for 237 Contains a mad lady The kitchen is...
I can never let you go But I can't let you win You grasped hold of my heart Quickly forcing your way in When you break my heart It shatters just like glass A million pieces shining brightly It...
We run down the beach, hand in hand. Laughing, running, laughing. The water slows our pace, until we eventually fall. A white boat sails towards us.
[Intro]. (autumn breeze blowing autumn leaves). Faint 8/8 cymbal beat. Sweeping Piano. 'we can start to to to to. dream here'. (distant choral voices). Cello provides a dramatic, theatrical intro.
This was a poem I wrote for my best friend last year when I felt I was taking up all of her time and energy.... She's still my best friend, and I love her. I'm sorry.
Chapter 7 <> I woke up to 2 screaming babies at 5:00am. They were fed at the right times and were changed Charley said. My boyfriend looked about in tears. "Baby.