Jacob Hulten
Chapter 26 The next day was boring I just sat around and got a lot of homework. The day after was Thursday, time for my party.
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Chapter 26 The next day was boring I just sat around and got a lot of homework. The day after was Thursday, time for my party.
Inspired by @AubreyMo's Opuss: Angels Cry My mommy told me, When I was just a little peep, Stories of the angels, When I couldn't fall asleep.
Oh what I'd give to go back to the days of being a kid When the worst things that came were bad dreams and skinned knees. To go back to the days of being care free.
(A little poem for my brothers birthday. Oh, how much he's grown. I can't believe how old he is) Dear little brother, How do you do. My have you grown. Maybe a foot or two.
A dog. When u get a dog do not get at the mall. Get Ur dog from a breeder. Enjoy that moment. I got my dig at the Dairy Queen.
My childhood was different. Not like the children of today. We used to run around outside, Catching the sun rays. I used to go around with cousins at the abattoir.
Sitting on the step at the bottom of my stairs. Not doing very much, just brushing golden hair. A hundred strokes each and every day. My mum she often used to say. As I sit and brush each strand.
.•*I believe in unicorns by Moon-Child*•. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX The next day Lucas Wilber McDonald got his seven grandchildren back into the family room and re-lit the fire.
.•*I believe in unicorns by Moon-Child*•.
I believe in unicorns by .•* Moon-child*•. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX .•*Reface*•.
The Best day. Written by Taylor Swift. I'm five years old. It's getting cold. I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh. And look up smiling at you. I run and run. Past the pumpkin patch.
I began inside a living, breathing creature, bundled up with six others just like me. The first thing I can remember is not being able to see for days, but hearing, sniffing, moving, breathing.
"Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero.
Chapter 22 The next day Ace jumped on top of at five in the morning, then raced to the door and started whinnying.
#AdventChallenge #Angel A halo of hair as red can be, Be there for scratched or broken knee, Picks me up and sets me down, Always a smile and never a frown.
Ok so this is categorized under blog AND advice. So yes, I have some advice on snow days. So we got around 4 inches of snow today where I live. And so I mean who let's a good snow day go to waste.
10-5-12 Dear Diary , I know I usually make fun of people who write in a diary but there on mistakes I make that I can't tell anyone, not even my best friends. And who knows maybe I learn from them.
You sit there Your heart beating fast Your hands itching to start You sit there But some are asleep And without them you can't start "Come on, lazy chops" What you'd say won't be so nice But you're...
It is currently that time of the morning (7:15) that you're too excited to get back to sleep, but it's too early to wake your parents, so I'm filling time really, but nevertheless this will hopefully...
It's Christmas Eve already. December twenty fourth. A sheet of ice upon the ground, It's freezing cold up north.
I'm never really satisfied. It's lead to my success but also to my displeasure. Is anything ever really perfect. Everything is changing. It always has and always will.
White lights on green needles Crinkling trails of red with Baubles of shining light Suspended from bowing branches Reindeers prancing across red fabric Snowmen laughing and gay Santa's around there...
Ice cold glass, glistening. Warm fingers making shapes, Shapes on the frosted window. The temptation is too great. Look left. Look right. left again. Then right.
There's always that one time that sticks in your mind ... Like when I met him... Chubby, short and he had short hair. That's a big thing seeing as his hair is longer than mine now.