Love And War Chpt.75
After a few more days we all agreed that I was better off, flying home.
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After a few more days we all agreed that I was better off, flying home.
Opusseers - you're many, diverse And you brighten these hours with quotes, prose and verse. I've seen tears of laughter roll fat off my cheeks And inspiring words which stayed with me for weeks.
So I went for a jog this morning by the Thames. As the burning in my chest became almost unbearable, I paused for a smoke. (Yes I smoke after excercise and I'm generally counterproductive).
Chapter 26 I woke up in Damien’s arms. He was incredibly warm and there wasn’t an inch between us. It was the last day of the holiday in America and it had been weeks since I had been kidnaped.
Juliette took the arm that was offered. Suddenly without sight, all her other natural senses were heightened. Her skin responded to the change in the atmosphere as she was led to another, inner room.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
So because I'm ill and was off college yesterday, I was able to get some writing done. So here are chapters 14&15 ... Enjoy.
I wipe the steam from the bathroom mirror and stare at my reflection. A young boy of eighteen, his dark brown hair an unruly, wet mess, looks glumly back.
Reading through the posts I came to realise something.
As I buckled myself in, I gazed out of the small window. Airport staff were riding little carts, going about loading and unloading suitcases.
Ain't it odd Ain't it strange Just how quickly Life can change Make the most Of each day Before life gently Drifts away.
In the early morning light Nothing seems to have any colour, Which I never knew before now: Consolation, perhaps. A little extra knowledge to ease the pain.
Adult content only My name is Rachel Turner and I was 24 years old when I was murdered. I worked in telesales, a job that although I enjoyed it, was not planning on doing for the rest of my...
Carmen and Taylor were kissing. "What?!" Becca screamed. "Why?!" I screamed. They were startled and backed away from each other. "Um...I..she.." Carmen stuttered.
Punch a few noses Silly Smee And the bully boys will let you be.
Warning: rated R for dirtiness. Very dirty. No under 16's. Hesitation. My hand trailed slowly, softly up your thigh.
CONTAINS THEMES SUITED FOR A MORE MATURE AUDIENCE. He caught my eye on the way back from the bar. He seemed familiar to me but I couldn't place. I felt like I knew him but I didn't.
One question that I've been musing over recently is whether or not you can maintain your own sense of personal identity in the modern day and age.
Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
PART TWENTY NINE -TIFFANY- "He needs to be x-rayed, is that alright?" a nurse said to me.
1988 I discovered raving, I was just coming out of the indie phase much to my mums delight as I was looking like a Woodstock throw back.
We made it out into the garden, and as soon as we did he sat down on the lawn, in plain sight of everyone. I suppose we could do that now, and there was no need to hide in the shadows.
He was a New Era Explorer, the company C.E.O, he had access to privileged info, that only the rich can know.
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