Frozen Petals Chapter 1
Hi my names Alice, I'm 14. I live on an island called Soliger.
Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Hi my names Alice, I'm 14. I live on an island called Soliger.
An early post, but still explains my thoughts, although it's maybe a bit harsher than I feel now..
The journey on the plane wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I slept pretty much the whole time dreaming about a boy; he had blue eyes, dark hair, a cute smile, and he was funny.
“I know what you are thinking.” Rhys’s slim, tall body slid into view in front of her.
A not so long, but long enough that noone alive would remember it, time ago, far off the beaten path, in a remote part of the country, awkward to find, or even reach, there was a house.
Remember today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday..
"It sucks because I was getting better, but now it's getting worse" I hate complaining, and I was promising to myself that I wouldn't come onto Opuss again until I had something positive to say.
Chapter 3 A smile was plastered on Ava's face as Macy and her descended the stairs. Gwen was waiting for them by the back door.
Midnight fell upon the earth and with it came the artic breath of winter. Shadows of trees danced with ravaged motion below the dim, insignificant glow of the street lamps.
#acorn #projecthumanity Model of the media, A sculpture of the press, With an airbrushed plastic smile, And a sweet tooth for success.
Joslyn's p.o.v Emma was on a lunch date with Mike and I was with Tony, Rain, Jaime, Vic, Hayden & Seth.
the was once a lovely young lady and a very handsome man. they had known eachother for a fair few years. after being in a relationship almost five years, the young lady became pregnant.
#augustwriteaday #nightdwellers Green unpleasant septic isle Let your people down in style The pain that unemployment brings Heartache waiting in the wings Empty buildings never used Privilege has...
My friends and family, they try to tell me that at my age there is only one man you can trust with your heart, your dad, but then they remember even he can't be trusted when it comes to my dad.
Dear Diary It's getting hard to write to you these days as my days are full of ridding the world of evil. It's a daily battle.
(Worked on with @sheepie please read his part of the story) Part 2 “Emily!” Trisha shouted. Emily had only just left the table and they were already calling her back.
I am held here,. Drifting in space,. Never too near,. Never touching your face,. Masking your sorrow,. Feeling your pain,. Catching your tears,. That fall in the rain,. I'm not always wanted,.
Writing in my diary, my scribblings lit by the warm glow of my lamp, I'm comfortable and warm. Suddenly a creak echoes through the room, a creak of a foot on the stairs.
Friday, 28 January 2011Where the Hell did thursday go??Ill Start Backwards, My therapist says that's probably best and then i may actually forget some of the stuff that has happened :0/ Good evening...
Just a random Drabble, inspired by war horse. :P Rain thumped angrily into the deep, oozing mud, gathering in holes and making the sludge even worse.
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.
1. News (Preface) May 13th, 2011. Officially the worst day of my life.
Why is it that everytime I have these bad dreams she's there. Why is it that every single time, I feel like I'm trapped in a hell-hole and there's no way out.
I would like to start by stating that this story is the end to a struggle with psychological problems from what I had written prior.