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Hayden's p.o.v I woke up and looked at the clock; it was 11 am. I saw everyone lying around. We made a huge ass fort last night after beer pong. I guess we had a bit to much of Jameson.
There was a bright light and suddenly I was back at the warehouse and I was sitting with my back to a crate. On my left side was the door Adam spoke about with a cloak on the ground beside it.
It breaks my heart to think That so many kids are in homes Rarely have someone to love No one visits, no one phones Some are too small to talk Unable to use their voice It pains me thinking of...
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.
Harry showed me to the dining room, which was a fairly large but old-fashioned looking room. There was a large dark oak table covered in a red table cloth which was set ready for dinner.
------ FREDDIE'S VEIW------------ 'dead' that word buzzed around me head as I held my true loves hand, 'Milly, please open your eyes' I often said, "I'm sorry sir, but she should have woken up by now.
Hyde Park. That's where Freddie and his school friends would go on saturday evenings to play soccer.
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.
My name is Judith Palmer and I don’t regret anything I’ve done. I have taught at St. Agnes Primary School for three years, and I have no intention of leaving.
Followers, we need you.
Chapter 1 Kelly Green emptied the bag of shavings into the stall and spread them about, making the bed as neat as possible for Whisper, her 13hh bay Welsh pony.
CHAPTER ONE -Adrianna's POV- THUMP. I was soon awoken by cold floorboards on my back sending shivers up my spine.
Every night he sat upon the white book shelf. Listening to the wonderful stories being told. There were stories of animals, dragons and pirates. Stories of adventure, fun and finding gold.
Today I'm pretty pleased I'd be a fool to say I'm not But it's you guys that have helped me Occupy this lofty spot See, without you I am nothing I would be nowhere All these words, still written But...
Chapter 3 Falling for him I stared at the screen, still shocked. Paige replied to his email, Paige gave him advice, Paige is against me.
Transparent skin,. Shimmers in the light,. Wild eyes glinting,. Hunts at night,. Deep purple waves,. Fall to her hips,. A vial of blood,. She gently sips,. Wild fangs,. And violet eyes,.
Caswyn Doyle Leprechaun My name is Caswyn Doyle, I was born in the late 1400’s; I grew up in Ireland with my parent’s and my grandparents.
The sweat. There was so much of it. Pouring down the faces of many children. Myself included. Slap slap slap, our shoes hit the cold, wet pavement.
(Caution: 722 words)(So plz comment at least xD) She went off to the town for a mission, code name: DAMWIAD (Don't Ask Me What I Am Doing).
Being a young adult generally I would find myself thinking about marriage. Not in detail but the few aspects which are important to me personally.
Chapter 1 : Get Back Up "Must keep things clean, can not keep clean, darn THINGS. Do they not know the meaning of purity. Oh no, they are back. Run with all your might my unfortunate friends.
The following story is 100% true, I promise. If you don't like stories involving things of [insert nature of story here because I really don't know] then turn around. You have been fore-warned.
Chapter 2 There was once a young girl who always looked out for her Mother. From the moment she had stepped onto that train at Liverpool Station she somehow sensed that her Mum needed looking after.
Anthony - I shoved my bags roughly into the locker, pulling out the right things that I needed for the first few lessons.