This Isn't Love
This isn't love How do you act like everything is alright, Even after our huge fight. You sit there with your pint of beer.
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This isn't love How do you act like everything is alright, Even after our huge fight. You sit there with your pint of beer.
Towering cold stone walls cast eerie black shadows over the rough path. Tripping and stumbling on razor sharp rocks I sprint breathlessly through the terrifying Labyrinth.
I was thinking of writing a story. I still need some ideas (which you can comment). Here's Chapter 1 ( not full yet) : One night Daisha and her friend Diana went out for a walk. It was midnight.
#emotion #betrayal I didn't dare move or even breathe as I heard the door open. It squeaked painfully as always, giving me and Tony a brief second to shift our standing positions again.
Jacob gathered all of the facts that he was sure of . • the hooded men wanted something of his , but he didn't know what .
I wake up from another sleepless night. My face stained with ruined make up. Dreamless slumber that showed pieces of my horrible night. Today could only get better or worse.
Chapter 4 Her heart pumped hard in her chest, harvests made everyone nervous, more so for those being harvested... Staring at the people around her, wonder flashed through her mind.
Drowning The blue water sucking me down I couldn't help but pull a frown. Kicking the water desperate for air. This is can't be the end it's not fair. Down to the bottom I go.
#bored. There's a werewolf in my garden, it's been trying to get in my door. I've barricaded the windows and I'm cowering on the floor. I've got a twelve bore shotgun, and a massive kitchen knife.
Have you ever had to decide between who lives and who dies?. I am not talking about some shitty Playstation RPG. I mean in real life.
#MyWorld Tarmac slowly tortured, Plumes of smoke and ash, Graffiti's even fading, Rain stings: lash by lash.
#myworld My world is dark and full of chaos, a rocky surface with seven moons to light this vast planet. Strange creatures roam the plains, the hunters and the hunted.
I'm scared of looking the fool, But I fear I already am. What the hell should I do, When life throws you in the deep end of another pool.
CHAPTER 1 I watched the blood, there was so much. Too much. That shouldn't be him. Of all people, why him. I stared at our television screen in horror watching him be tortured. I couldn't bear it.
I'm tired up waking up in tears Tired of wondering why I'm the only one here Tired of why I cant escape Escape the dreadful thing That is my fate Fires are meant to burn Mine does even through the...
• Stone heart, machine gun...fire away, fire away • I slowly trudged down what remained of the familiar school hallway, examining small details of the wreckage that struck my attention.
~the date~ I woke up still on the sofa, I looked at my arm, the blood had dried but it didn't look good.
1. The Forest I quickly looked over my shoulder. I could still see the dark figures behind me. I looked forwards again and started running harder. Faster. The moon shone through the gaps of the...
Blood from harm My Scarlett, red blood, Flows like a huge flood, Out of my arm, From all the bad harm. Tortured by a man, I helplessly ran, Away from the pain, I should never have gained.
Chapter three "Ammy. I see you escaped the harvest!" Greyman's joy was clear on his face. "And I see you did too Grey, which is just as well...
For a moment, time stands still. My heart stops and I cease to breathe. A vision of my mother replaces the scene.
#nightdwellers That primal growl fills the streets. We hurry home so death we won't meet. As a horrid creature bubbles through the earth. Long in size, and large in girth.
Twisting and curling -. A vine constricting,. Snaking around a trunk, gripping the bark,. Growing in light, hiding in dark,. Turning - spreading - stealing life,. A strangling slow death,.
Chapter one Ammy looked out the grimy window, lightly caressing it with her fingertips, feeling the dirt stick to the grooves of her prints.