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It must've taken us two whole hours before we began to talk; I remember my hands sweating and my heart racing while he approached me.
Their once was a young woman called Whisper , i am not her, but her daughter Summer.
PLEASE READ!!!!!. The greenery stops and is replaced by tall grey buildings and strangers on sidewalks.
Two Weeks Later I stepped off the train, my suitcase in my hand. Maggie had cried when she said goodbye, I wanted to stay with her but I know that this is my one chance to make my dream come true.
A boy and a boy sitting side by side. A stray lock of hair falling down his eye. A love so sweet it was raw and tender. Too bad it would end in September. A kiss so soft pressed against his lips.
Chapter 4 MORE THAN FRIENDS?: "Erm..I don't think that's possible..." I chuckled, shy again. Suddenly the African-American girl came up to me, the pale one stuck by her side. "Hiya Cleo.
I Love You to Death Chapter One Jasmine My hands closed in around his delicate throat as I felt his body thrash underneath me, powerless.
I've got the perfect boyfriend,. new relationship yet feels like I've been with him for ages,. everything is great on that side of life,. my heart is beating for him, my love,. yet my heart is torn,.
A rotten little raspberry thief, Has all my raspberries eaten. My raspberry bush, the poor drap thing, Looks sore and very beaten. Who could this rotten culprit be. Leaving my bushes bare.
The princess woke this morning With the first rays of light She couldn't put her finger on it But something weren't quite right Princess had a feeling Something had been re-arranged But she couldn't...
The girl shakes her head, a golden tendril escaping from her perfect bun. She sighs again. This day just keeps getting better and better.
I want to get mad at you for giving up so soon, but I can’t. I want to—your head suddenly turns in my direction as if you heard what I was thinking.
The tragic where here know. She wish she could do something to stop the power from her hands to disappear.
"Dear Mr. Potter. You have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". One sentence o change millions of lives, to begin a decade.
I strolled down the old dirt road to the local bar. I arrived at the small bar and ordered a scotch. I sat on the worn out leather stool and put my head on the wood counter. I sighed.
Prologue Anthony lives in a lighthouse with his grandfather who is in his mid eighties. His parents are nowhere to be see and his grandmother had passed away when Anthony was a baby.
Heard Neil Young's song "Expecting to Fly" today. The first stanza from that song fits so well with our experience as parents at this moment.
Did you know that every step we take, Every move we make, Every breath we breathe, Everything we achieve, Is for nothing.... No surely it must mean something.
She was Born and raised in a distant place. Busy parents gave her lots of space. She was so full of love and needed attention. She felt like a girl in a lonely dimension.
Yesterday was an emotional one, today will be even worse. Not for me (well me too, but 2nd second hand). Today is the last day of the school year.
You showed me your family portrait once when we were back in school, dressed up in neatly pressed uniforms and living school day by day like tuckered out kids.
I was born in the city. And that's where I was made. Grew up in the City. And that's where I get paid. Made my home in the city. In a house made of bricks. Learned some game in the city.
My first kiss on the cheek. Was a kiss so meek. I was a young girl. Of four, a spin and a twirl. Had my hand first held. At the age of twelve. A boy so fine. And he was mine. Had my first ever snog.
There was once a perky little hearted girl who would loved to sing, who loved to dance, and she loved to twirl her imagination round and round.