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I lie in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I trace the cracks with my eyes and find different shapes and formations. Even this is better than sleeping.
Contains swearing. Surprisingly...
The door closed with a creek and clicked shut behind him, considering his tardiness you'd think J would be in more of a rush.......but he wasn't , J couldn't give two shits for his job, or anything...
Chapter 1: Meeting My Brother ~Rebecca's POV~ I woke up and turned my alarm clock off and rolled over onto the floor. Ouch. "DAMN NY RIBS!" I cried out in pain as I grunted and stood up.
There's a fella at work That I write about Eighteen feet tall And a great noisy lout Most of the time He's an absolute dick Completely unfunny And boring.
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.
The wind brushed Bling's hair like a milion hairbrushes. She and Jason were speeding up the way to the look out mountain. It was a warm summer night, ocasional breeze was drifting.
Many many moons ago, late one Friday night There was I playing Xbox giving all the guys a fright. Yes, I'm pretty good and I can kick ass Guys challenge me to a 1v1 which is quite a blast.
The bark stroke, like a lightning rippes the night sky during a storm, loud and clear. She felt the fear running down her spine, cold and mercy-less like an old friend.
For @MelchiorJ13, a good, gone friend. Hi, Jack, how are you. I didn't say 'bye'... I just missed your message, By a minute - just shy. I don't know what happened, But I hope that it's good.
Warning: The following story may be depressing, and I am sorry if this causes sadness. The End Of Gregory Dean In a backstreet of a city, a lone figure bent crookedly over a meager fire.
As requested, here's the rest of the flash fiction extract (Piece In Progress) from my gothic literature essay: It lie there before me, seemingly lifeless, the body of this creature of whom I had so...
She thought herself a fashionista. At 15 she was told she's a trend setter. Signed to an agency who'll show her the world. Looks are boney and she was an innocent young girl.
Johnny, Yay. It was great to get your email today - you're alive. I thought random electricity problems might have been causing issues with using your laptop etc.
11 months ago, my beautiful boyfriend Nate passed away.
Part 13 "well, Alice has to go home soon and I doubt she'd have time to walk me back so, Alex, would you mind" " yeah it's fine, it'll be cool and anyway I'll be able to get to know you" he smiled...
~Ian~ "Do tell!" Claire exclaimed, both girls leaning in close. "Okay, wouldnt this make sense..." i whispered it in their ears so no one who was around- if anyone was around- would hear.
Together we run. She keeps up with ease. More than I expected. I'm beginning to like her. Always positive. Well, nearly always. I hold up my hand.
Who ever said fairytale's have a great ending. Your too fake and still not pretending Do you have to always be mean. Take one up the arse for the team. I mean, a satisfying gothic dream.
// Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. // It felt completely unnatural. Before, I'd been nothing above an average sophomore who had a passion for track that no one could ever understand. Track.
Your the sweetest thing Under the sun That completing feeling That life's begun So much in common We could play for weeks Your a lovely woman Can't wait to meet I want to see you...
Truth Hurts Part Twenty Four -----------Lisa's Point Of View----------- Shit. Busted. I turned, only to see the principal standing there. "Good Morning, Mrs. Smith." I said politely.
"Oh no. You can't suspend us!!!" I scream. "Oh yes I can!" the principal snaps back. "Fine. Suspend me, but don't suspend Dan. He was just defending me!" I yell. "or something like that." I mutter.
"Stupid prom. Stupid stuck-up prom queen. Stupid dresses that cost a million dollars." I think harshly.