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#household He arrived in town with a carpet bag, promising potions for things that sag, cream for sadly hairless gents, paper roses, inflatable tents.
*** I was going to write a romance story but at the last second, I decided to make the main character gay and I don't know how the story will pan out now so I put it into general.
I stared up at the solemn, grey painted walls of Kaywood High School. Like something out of a horror movie, I expected lightning to strike and Zombies come flooding out of the creaky double doors.
The Wind was swarming past like a bee and woke everyone with it's cold chill.
The man was older than the last time we met, and there was a moment when I heard his voice for the first time in almost a year. It was like meeting him for the first time.
When I woke up the next morning, dad was gone.
Everyone sat around waiting The dark clouds were not parting Twas the calm before the storm This one tho was not the norm This really was a baron town Rumblings echoed all around The darkness...
Three friends sat on a dirty, old park bench. Phil, Chris and Billy. They are talking about there camping trip they are taking the coming Friday.
There's an old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish who kept confessing to adultery.
I was out on streets. After exscaping from jail, I temporarily had my freedom, but no money or home. I couldn't go back to my house, my mom would turn me in for sure.
Please comment with anything you may have to say. This is a true story. It was not over exaggerated in the least. I entered this version of this story in the news and tribune.
The air around me is crisp and cool, The night as silent as space. The small town has been enveloped by the silvery colour of moonlight, But yet it is as dark as a midnight race.
My old knees ached as I walked up the grassy hill to meet her. It had been too long since I had visited with my dear Gracie. “Hello darling.” I said as I finally sat down next to her in the grass.
Downtown is the place to be, The A&W's down there, same with the train tracks and the thrift store. The neighborhood down there looks nice to the eye..
Eve knew that this wasn't going to be the blissful fresh start that she had hoped for herself and Fae when they moved to Esteredge.
Four months.. Four months until I leave this place. That is if its God's will for me to go. I'll be leaving this small town that's not even on the map to a whole new world is how I see it. London.
THE WEDDING OF MR HUGHES There's going to be a celebration, in our old home town today, For Mr Hughes and his wee girl are getting married there they say, All the folks will come along, to see them...
The thick shadow of mist cloaked the night sky as Violet Edwards strolled down Village Lane.The cobblestones made a noise of clattering;like when a china plate crashes to the floor.The street was...
Set in a tiny remote village in the village's only store.
This is a new book i am writing. I haven't given up on my previous ones its just that this book i can picture so clearly. If i have dreams about it, i need to finish it.
He awoke in his bed, light streaks of sun poured In from his loosely closed shades.
Along time ago in a land called Dubper a young shoe polisher lived on the cobbled, polished street of North Handlington Lane. Yes it was a lane... pardon me, it was not a street.
Here I sit alone. Away from the world. Sitting in the wind as I wait for it to stop. And when it finally does, I lay in beautiful sunlight alone. Birds are chirping in the early morning of the day.
Once, when I was 13, I was dating a manly 16 year old. I was at an early rebellious stage, and he suggested we go to the barn, ride down, try to look for a person above 18 that would buy us...