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#household We've staked this humble home of ours, out here among the stars Where dreams do fade with waning light, and stings like salt upon old scars.
i don't wanna hear all the bull shit lies you're talking. ive got my dirty little secrets, keep them nailed up in their coffins. six feet beneath the dirt, is where those mother fuckers sleep.
#nature Raindrops fall Like glass shards. You better be smart You better play your best cards. No umbrella, It's home in it's case. No shield to protect you. Blood running down your face.
I dreamt about the end of the world, that the earth was rapidly folding up and turning to molten fire beneath me. The face of Earth was disappearing like the tugged table cloth trick not working.
#emotion The water has made me numb all over my body. My eyes have become misty with little clouds that I think may be my frozen eyelashes.
Part 65 The scene around me began to change and there was now snow soaking my shirt and torturing my raw, exposed skin with painful icy darts. I was trying to not shake but my skin was freezing.
The candle flickering in the darkness of the night, it is our only source of light. Glowing yellow for all to see, what lies ahead as they take steps with there feet.
I found it, Deep inside the cave, To get there, I had to be brave. Wounds fed on my friends, Lives found their ends. Foes tried, To tear us apart, Many were dumb, Few were smart.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware. Continued .. 15, and pregnant.
In my town it's no longer safe. The rebels run round trying desperately to kill what is left in my war torn town.
Street Urchin Shuffle The street Is all he knows The cold, familiar pavement The stench Is all he knows, Sewage and smog from the factories He's learned to live By a set of rules A code to...
As the door flung open a pair if feet in black leathery shoes walked in. They belonged to the nun I saw walking down the corridor a few moments before.
#youngwritershousehold I fall to the floor, Walking towards the door I can't take it much more. I wish I could leave on wings I'd soar. Another cup of beer you pour.
I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster. Shake me Till you wake me From this nightmare. Make me survive, Beat my heart Don't fall apart. It just can't be.
Cut back the grass. Until there's no more. Pack up your suitcase. And deadbolt your door. The green and blue. Now brown and black. There's nothing to do. And there's no way back. Pull out the plug.
Ancient chains of rusting copper, Turn to dust beneath my grip, The same now scatter on the ground, That once held me too fast and thick.
'Run away with me.' he asked, staring down at me with his deep brown eyes, as the light faded with the setting sun. 'Of course.' I replied instantly.
A bird was flying south for Winter, but he had left it too late and was frozen solid in a storm. He dropped down into a pasture of cows.
#household. It's all been thrown at us. We've got through with little fuss. It's been a test, for sure. Tragedy has beaten on our door. Lessons we have learned. Fingers crossed, but also burned.
I am Leni and this is my story. BANG, BANG, BANG. I ran out the back window hoping no one saw me escape the killing of my family.
She picks her way through the rocks behind the dune, A frail, lonely wisp of a person Nothing more, I think, than a shell, As she reaches each hand forward To steady A frame that sways like a dying...
"Good morning Gavin." "Good morning Callie. How'd you sleep?" asked Gavin. "Perfect in your arms!" I said kissing him. "Come on.
I was gasping for air. Swallowing large mouthfuls of salty seawater and flapping my arms about, I float helplessly in the ocean.
"What do you mean were lost?!?" "Gavin honey. Calm down." said Susan. "While you and Callie were tubing your father got us caught in a current heading north.