The New Boy - Chapter 3
Well Jason is sleeping tonight and I'm all Cosy.
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Well Jason is sleeping tonight and I'm all Cosy.
Stuck inside, curtains closed, Light filters in on your face.
Your stories left upon my desk, like cherries on an untouched cake, I read as much as I could take, blood stained sheets, torn from the bed, where we once lay.
This is the story I have used for my GCSE Coursework: Narrative Writing. In a field of white, with nothing but a single set of footprints marring the sparkling blanket, was a young boy.
(Not finished needs work) She was the coldest woman he'd ever known, A heart of stone continuous monotone and rough sex , Cold nights against cold sheets , alone.
•Chapter 11 - Getting Used To It• •Ammi• So, yes, Kai did try to kill me, but he's trying to change. If I keep rejecting him, does that mean he won't want to change.
I know it's late, But it's so cold, Let me in, And you can scold. I know I'm bad, Was bad to you, It's snowing now, It's seeping through...
It's my day To shine like I matter She said Under her shallow breath She breathed in the intoxicating perfume In her Dresser drawer Stop Look She said Her lips were red Like the lipstick in...
The icy wind was harsh, as was the tone in his voice. He said: "One of us has to die. We have no other Choice!" They all looked at each other, each trusting his words where true.
No one besides myself had realized that she couldn't contain her insanity. Back then, and now.
You came into my life It was kind of a blur A force to be reckoned with Carrying the scars of her We were mere friends But feeling grew over time I soon realised I had to have you I needed to know...
Warning: The following story may be depressing, and I am sorry if this causes sadness. The End Of Gregory Dean In a backstreet of a city, a lone figure bent crookedly over a meager fire.
Woodland surrounds the house, the wind making the leaves rattle like the sea.
Such a beautiful day, I think I will go outside, Me and you alone again, a ride in the country side. You look so young today, vibrance beyond compare, Your eyes see my very soul, a very cutting stare.
A stain on your name. That won't rub off. Like Lady Macbeth. I can only scoff. A wounded soul. A damaged man. Nothing is too low. Or underhand. Chinese whispers. Float round the room. The rumour mill.
Wild thing caterwauls, late at night: Glittering bright and eyes wide As I sit at my windowsill, looking on.
'I will never let you go'. He said, while I shed a tear,. He remained calm though,. Like what he said was real,. First of all, he caused a fire,. Escaped before I even woke,.
Her arms clamped around him. Like. A. Vice. Sucked out his common sense. It. Did. Entice. Felt very flattered. Thought. She. Cared. He was now trapped and. Un-. Pre-. Pared. No escape now for your.
Attention is the most addictive drug ever invented. He was her dealer. There's always been something selfish about the satisfaction of talking someone out of suicide. Putting down the knife.
#nightdwellers Eyes so blue. Deeper than any ocean. Easy to drown in. They had been apart for longer than anticipated. Lips so red. More luscious than any fruit. He was breathing, always a good sign.
I don't believe you. you said you like me. you said you're falling. falling for me. me. I can't catch you. I want to catch you. but how can the fallen catch someone.
4# "You were never sorry, Zara, you were never sorry for leaving me in that hellhole!" I was angry now, my brain flooded with the scarring memories of my childhood.
It was so hard not to say yes. I might always hate you for that. Everybody loved you, and you wanted me. But that wasn't fair, no not at all. Because if I said no, I would be the bad guy.
We all dream about it. Let's go. Let's up stick and go. The other side of the world. Throw caution to the wind and don't spare the horses. A fresh start. For us all. Well, I'm flying solo.