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Life's too short To wait for the end Don't count seconds When it's just began It makes me smile; You said it best 'Cause who wouldn't feel blessed If the sun rose in the west.
I'm all alone. I sit in my room... It's pitch black except when a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning light up the whole room for a split second.
Don't worry, Mister mister We all understand You've got all the money We're sure you've got it planned They'll be glad to leave on Friday The damned that you select With no motivation What the hell...
Dear Stalker What can I say. I'm flattered that I fill your days, move you in inexplicable ways but... I really do need my private space.
We've seen so much as we explore, But there is yet still so much more; Let's press on further, if you agree, Around the Magnificent Maniacal Menagerie...
Task: Write a short story (2,000 to 5,000 words) on "The Sea". Any genre. Entries must be entirely your own work and never previously published or broadcast, online or offline.
Intor to a story im writing just thought id post it. I woke up abruptly from my relatively pleasant dream. By relatively pleasant I mean it wasn't a nightmare.
The hazy fog of dreaming gradually lifted from Sam as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his limbs.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, pouring it's warmth into my dreams. I groggily sat up, pushing my hair out of my eyes. My boyfriend was still fast asleep next to me.
Tied down, locked in This isn't how it began Free at once now trapped in Feels like my world is caving in Trust was given now it's not Seems like there's things you forgot I'm the oldest and tell...
I joined this app to just have a little go 400 posts later I'm still going with the flow Made some great friends along the way And looks like I am here to stay.
#colour. I am black I am proud. Hear me speak when I'm allowed. I am black I have roots. And they're stronger than your boots. I may be black but you're the fool. When you kept me out of school.
Toujours dans son lit...
Det glæder mig at se, det ikke er helt formålsløst at skrive på dansk :-). Der var en gang, dem har der været en del af. Den gang adoptionforeninger væltede frem.
You passed so bloody early It's difficult to tell Where this writing comes from I'm sure you wrote as well I was only young So the memories fade with age Scarcely any stories They might take up a...
I'm the real incredible hulk not that David Banner. I get the hump so quickly and I've also got a stammer. The slightest thing gets me angry even being low on cash.
You are the blood sweat and tears that make up my determination. You are the muscle and flesh of my being and creation. You are the glimps of a smile tracing across my lips.
Out on the grey-gold sand, On the very edge of land, Down where the waves crash, There was a grey old donkey called Dash, Way back when in his youth, When he wasn't so long in tooth, He could run the...
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Laughter crept in as the Nguni were settled and accounted for. They had water and maize.
Here comes the wrath of the drunken seaman..... The drunken seaman Comes and goes, have you seen him.
Chapter 8 the final chapter Grandma put the necklace on me, but it was no use. She loved me to bits. "Don't worry Felicity I will protect you forever. Stone or flesh." She sobbed.
Chapter 29 Soon it was Tuesday. I didn't expect it to go by so fast. I got to school as soon as the bus did, like usual. I put my backpack and guitar in my locker.
Just then, I could see Hillary grinning in the middle of the crowd like she was expecting Alex to cancel the cancellation of their engagement. Why does that piss me off so much.
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