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The following events I am about to retell I wish for the love of God weren't true, because of them I'm now stuck somewhere outside of Birmingham in a motel with someone who says their me...or at...
I looked at her, her ocean blue eyes looking dull. Her once glowing and shiny blonde hair, looked faded, colorless.
I played your songs today. I couldn't find reason to cry anymore... I didn't know what to reminisce about. Perhaps I've moved a step further away from you. Perhaps...
Come to think of it I'm not entirely sure Where I lost myself Maybe it was in those 8 hours of classtime Lost in notes and due dates Equations and definitions In beds of strangers or Old friends...
Ok so I have loads of random parts to a novel I'm creating what does everyone think so far .
When I was a child. I was lonesome and scared. And trusted very few people. I needed a place. Were I could escape. Reality and all its darkness. That’s when I saw it. As I walked through the woods.
~Drew 8 months later... I run, no sprint. I may be strong at magic but I didn't use a strong spell. If he recognises me it could kill him. I left so I didn't hurt him.
#colour #color #sepia His photograph; now faded, The colors were once bold, His bright smile now sepia, A past memory of old.
It was raining again. The world had turned dingy, smokey, and bleak. Again. The incident yesterday at the hospital seemed a far away memory in this place.
#colourchallenge #sepia the color of your eyes has faded away with age and grace your slowly slipping falling in this endless hope your life has gone blunt like a sepia tone has washed over it...
#colourchallenge #sepia. Looking into the mirror,. My body lets out a shiver,. The person I see,. Doesn't look like me,. Wrinkles on my face,. Smooth skin replaced,. My skins looking old,.
The weekend didn't turn out as I expected, I thought as I walked along the corridor. “Jared,” I whispered, stepping into the room apprehensively.As soon as I saw him, I knew it was over.
I fly away, but never far. 1997, the year I died. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but a chain of events were started which have ended here, in this half a heart.
Part 6 •-•-•-•-•-• "Imogen. Come on Imogen, wake up" says a muffled voice that makes my hair tickle my cheek.
Just a little teaser of the next part ;) Part 6 •-•-•-•-•-• "Imogen. Come on Imogen, wake up" says a muffled voice that makes my hair tickle my cheek.
Last time that I went to an informal class with this granny to learn Arabic for holy Quran recitation was in 2002.
He had never been lost before, of that he was sure. Though it was the only thing he was sure of - all he knew was that he had awoken in a forest, and nothing around him looked familiar.
Seeing my aged grandmother, Age still; Smiling at me Kindly Seeing her loop conversations Till I smile back at her wryly It breaks me to see this now; She seemed so strong, endless wit And here she...
The day after the day wasn't the day. In fact it was nothing like that day in any way. It was as if that day never happened at all. Almost like it had been blocked by a brick wall.
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
She says I am her sister, I don't know her any more, All my memories gone They are melted on the floor.
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twigs crack under my shoes my steps are loud her steps are silent as if the earth is pushing her bare feet up into the sky with each step as I'm behind her awkwardly following her hair is pulled up...
Standing at the unmistakable precipice, Surveying all that he had penned; The inevitable was upon him; A brilliant mind on which, he could no longer depend.