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The sluggish air holds the stench of death on its misty tongue. I limp past the rubble of the destroyed shops that once lined this street.
Sisters, they laughed a little louder. They cried a little softer They lived a little stronger, Because they stood together. Sisters As for mothers.
Chapter 2 My head hits the the truck window and I open my eyes. I rub the painful area with my hand.
I watched Jensen hold my hand, his knuckles white, his face twisted into something between pain and anger. I looked from him to my body, lying on the hospital gurney, so still, so empty.
“What are you doing now?” Forest looked up from the mirror to see his sister standing in the doorway of his room.
Chapter 17 Suddenly even though I was willing to fight her off I let out this girlish scream that woke Fortis.
Written by @ashhkat and me :) cheers to a new sibling. Here's a little story, Not quite what you expect, Of a brother and sister, How they came to be and met.
"It's nice here ya know. We don't have to leave." I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself, my sister and I had always been dreamers. "You know they're already looking for us, Lucy...
Story based on a set of songs. Enjoy.
Rain lashes down, But I'm inside, warm, Bundled in quilts, Listening to the storm. My sister lies beside me, Limbs tangled in mine, That I'm her protector, This is a sure sign.
View from behind two little girls heads, staring out the window, shouts of " get him out" come from outside the panel.
Before i could run or scream a hand covers my mouth. A small hand, but strong nailing me against the back of a tree. I open my eyes in shock and slide the hand away.
// My English lesson's exercise, where the idea was to add an ending or beginning to a storypart. I chose the latter. And the subject was child labour. Yay.
(part two of the prologue, the rest of the story to come soon!) Viktoria looked just like me. We had the same dark blonde hair and the same keen, green eyes.
Chapter Eleven. After we had both calmed down from our mad panic we sat down in the kitchen and plunged into deep thought. What do we do now. Break out. Ruin the house.
The darker it became outside, the more restless Ivy became. No one in the Compound liked the dark, so at 5pm prompt, the lights would gain full power and brighten every nook and cranny.
The snowstorm had reached it's peak, but in a relatively good time - the citadel gate was in sight and the guards were coming to our aid.
Yesterday was my brothers 23rd birthday.