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I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware. Continued ..
Will you promise to not hurt my heart so. With each nasty word, will you soften the blow.
As I sit here outside, I see a little boy in the fields playing football with his friends.
Chapter 48 We say again on our seats and said nothing. As we landed I looked out side. The sky was blue and I felt this energy running through me.
My heart is like a lump of ice. Throbbing in my chest. Cold enough to freeze my thoughts. Numb to all, I'm blessed. You can grasp it in your hands. But needles of cold will attack.
"FELIX!" screeched Flo. A figure appeared from behind the rose bush. It was the Prince. "Princess." he bowed to her then made his way towards Felix who was lying on the ground, covered in dirt.
PART 7 “Dad!” Stewart yelled catching up with Mrs. T and his father. “We’re all over the news. The police think we attacked the Director and stole the painting.” “What painting?” said David.
Yes, I’ve mostly been opposed to anal sex.
I was about 13 when this happened to me. My mom used to work at this big office building. It was late, and we were the only ones in the building. I was sitting at my mom's desk.
It's only been five days since Paul left for Canada, and I miss him. For two of those days, he didn't talk to me, but for three, we *did* talk. So I shouldn't miss him that much, but I do...
Chapter 7: Tom’s wearing a black top and jeans and I’m wearing a black short dress with bright pink heals. I should wear gold though because I won a gold medal.
A short essay on The Origins of Myths, Gods and Written Languages By Beeglebuzz --- In the North-East corner of the Hellenic world lies the island of Euboea.
I opened my eyes and when I did I was surprised to find that I was in a room that was not mine. It wasn't a hospital room either. It seemed like a spare room of some sort. I sat up in bed.
Broken people don't often realise how broken they are. . iMean we put on this facade of how strong we are & end up believing that we're strong and not broken. . See I've lived a broken life for years.
I know, deep down somewhere around my toes, that I am second best. I ache with the knowledge of not being good enough.
Inspired by @misslittleDHP and @AWriterGirl Blurred memories Soon forgotten Twisted you Got me out of options You sat in the swirling oak As the trees whirled And the clouds turned to smoke Leaving...
I stare in the mirror, and what do I see, this ugly thing starring back at me. It has some hips, a curve or two, a blemish here, make that a few.
The Call of Cthulhu Written by Howard Philip Lovecraft in 1926, this story tells of the ominous, foreboding & deeply harrowing arrival of the Great Old One; the malignant star spawn Cthulhu.
'Silence...
You'd met the boys loads of times and had developed a massive crush on Siva, the handsome, mysterious member of the band.
Dear Cats, We need your help. From the very beginning we wanted to keep Opuss to be free.
"Whoa, who's that?" I nudged Melrose, tilting my head towards the tall, jet black haired, sharp green eyed boy leaning against the tree in the schools courtyard. "Oh him.
My drug can be common. My drug can be old. My drug comes in sizes. My drug can't be sold. My drug is addictive. My drug is so whole. My drug has no bounds. My drug can't be stole. My drug has no...
It's very short, but oh well. I included the last sentence of the last part. Something's going on with that girl, I thought, and I'm going to find out...