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We've known for some time this heartache was coming. Waking up on opposite sides of the bed every morning. Pretending the love still burns in the light of a youthful flame.
Both of Peter’s hands were sealed tightly together like an oyster, held a foot in front of his pumping chest. His hands were so tightly forced, that water could be kept between them in an orb.
"The Box 3 - And More. What's Next?" Book 3 Written by Damond Foster Gardner At home, In Matteson, Illinois.
Chapter 23: We arrived at the airport extra early the following Friday night as we both enjoyed looking around all the shops inside the terminals and having plenty of time to spare.
Slipping through the cracks of a damaged psyché. Slivers of the man I used to be. I can no longer find him, he's not close at hand. No one can help me, they don't understand.
The screaming stopped. I waited head against the door, listening intently. The screaming. Stopped. I continued listening until the door flung open of course.
Good morning boys and girls. Now, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, long, long, ago, there was.....
Wearing the finest tulle and lace dress Low waisted, off the shoulder with dainty sleeves My blonde hair parted in the middle Ringlets, decorated with tiny flowers and leaves In my wonderful ball...
Have a read and would be interested to know whether you care about Cate. are you intrigued by the opening. Is it too much like a set of moments happening without any real substance.
#nightdwellers I'm a tornado spinning on life's dusty path, Churning up the debris of mirages that memories fade to last. The religious storms above me divide the pressures of histories heated love.
After suffering through all of my classes, it was time for lunch. I rushed to my locker, eager to get my lunch and see Zayden. When I entered the lunch room I sat down in our usual spot and wait.
Chapter 5 (Edited) "Are you stalking me?" he asked. "Maybe." she replied with a small shrug. Her hand lingered on the door. "Are you going home?" Pierce nodded, shoving his hands in his...
I'm a rightful. Sight sound taster. Mind full of insightful safe and sound creations. Mind deviating is a disaster. The flows there to master. Life's master flow is faster. I want to taste a rainbow.
I'll meet you at the corner. Twelve o'clock on the dot. I'll be wearing a big smile. And your favourite black bench top. The one that hugs my figure. Much to your delight.
Hey you, Really, really pleased I got to speak to you again on the phone today. The line was terrible, your voice sounded more gruff than ever, but it was still good.
#nightdwellers. Have you ever had that eerie feeling. That something isn't quite right. The sensation someone, something is watching you. In the darkest depths of the night.
All those skinny girls in miniskirts two sizes to small and perfect teeth and perfect hair. Just so pretty everywhere.
Whenever I'm inspired I pen a little note, And read through all the words that I have somehow wrote.
Chapter one: first murder The first murder is always hard to deal with.
Chapter 18 The night grew darker as the sun began to sink behind the trees at the nature preserve. Tyler and I took a few more pictures of the sunset and we parted ways.
I stormed threw the trees. "Leah wait with her out on the loose you wouldn't be safe. Wait who was that?" Edward called out. I turned back around and stomped towards there direction.
By Miscellaneous Hello, fellow Oppusians. Now's *read title here* !. Don't you feel as if a weight is dropping from you already. I know how you feel...
I think I have a drinking problem No not alcohol but tea Sometimes I put the cup to my mouth I miss and it pours all over me.
"Avisha. Don't kill that snake!" I growled. Avisha, my daughter, was only two weeks old. But she had grown fast, as panther kittens do. Hurricane was as strong and as brave as ever.