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Yay. I'm actually getting consistent with this!. Connie sighed and rubbed her face. "Fine. I was going to leave town." "And why was that?" her client asked, obviously enjoying it.
"Get up!" cried my mum who was lying in bed watching the morning news. I shot out of bed quickly and I washed, dressed and brushed my hair into a neat plait.
"Get up!" cried my mum who was lying in bed watching the morning news. I shot out of bed quickly and I washed, dressed and brushed my hair into a neat plait.
A few years ago at school, I was asked to write an essay from a picture of a beach, with a stone, a doll and footprints leading away.
Broken vase.
Pushing myself up the fence, bringing my broken fipflops along, scrapping my knee one the faded wood. Grunting.
Daisy and Lucy were twins looking like almost the same, that people can hardly distinguish 'em.
--- Little bit of a story I wrote. Not got a name for it yet. More coming soonish.
Part 1, chapter 1... ------------ through martha's eyes ------------ I can't sleep. I am unable to block out the screams and wails that I dont want to hear. It hurts me to hear it.
Tear me, rip me, slash me with those bloody threats, Like brittle knives, fangs grind and chew on newly cut wounds Bruise me, slap me, engulf me with your words, For I will get back up and take your...
I met Woody about four years ago, through a person, that every so often turned up and wanted some attention from me. This had been going on for five years or more.
Chapter 2. I sniffled, and then held up my blades to the light. Stolen from my dads razor, they were so sharp I could probably slice through plastic with them.
New debate everyone, last one raised many views so thought another debate would give me more ideas on the subject. My new area for discussion is about domestic violence.
I know after this many of you will tell me my mother does so much for me and is truly kind giving up all the things she has for me and blahblahblah......well im not exaggerating when i describe what...
He hurt you with violence and physical pain, In the end his loss was surely my gain, But why did he have to resort to harm Maybe he couldn't see your warmth and charm.
I always wondered how my life would turn out. When you're young you have dreams, and aspirations, but in my case, all I had was hope.... I hoped that I could escape this prison.