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Someone yesterday said they were suffering from writers block and asked for ideas. I gave that person an idea and they did not use it, so I have. Moral of the story, you snooze and you loose.
Well, it's nice to finally meet you. I've been waiting for your call. I've noticed you've been crying, And, I've watched you pace the halls. Whatever has been hurting you, I can make it disappear.
I remember I was cold, because it was early in December, And overnight it had snowed.
A Twist Of Unknown ~ This is the end Hold your breath and count to ten Feel the earth move and then Hear my heart burst again For this is the end I've drowned and dreamt this moment So overdue I...
Chapter Twenty Two When I'm With You "I-I wanna see him again. I l-love him. Serena sobbed. Tara frowned. She rubbed Serena's back. "Try to go talk to him. You never know until you try" Tara said.
#HalloweenParty #Graveyards The click as bone scrapes naked bone, Clad only in their rags, Withered corpses, regal once, Yet now reduced to hags.
-Prologue- "Hello. Lupa speaking." I said in a bored tone of voice hoping the caller would put the phone down and leave, "Lupa!.
We are all insignificant in our daily grind. Trying to survive what we just can't find. Finding the lost who run around blind. Providing for the youth who are out of their minds.
Ok so as I'm in off on my travels again, apart from reading all your lovely work it would be nice to set a new challenge of sorts.
Moments of sun kissing my body as the tender breeze tickles over my skin. I walk by your side hand in hand as I feel your warmth, walking through a field of gold.
She holds the mic in her hand Glances over at her band As she sings, happiness spreads Lights dim upon her as she lowers her head She's been doing this for oh so long She no longer knows what drives...
The gut instinct Told her Something wasn't right The numbers The lipstick On the collar, was a fight A fight Within her That she didn't want to admit Life with him A lock and key That had ceased...
#nightdwellers Cool venetian days blur into long tantalising nights. Its an underground world boasting seductive delights. In hand I have an invite to a private Masquerade Ball.
18+ Susie woke with a start, had that been a dream some wicked trick of her unconscious mind. She had to check but as her hand reached to grab her phone it buzzed. *.
Your hurting... I wish I could take away your pain, wrap your heart in cotton buds, and chase away the rain. Your tears...
The bodies and blood of wounded and dead, Are my joy, my wine and my bread, We fly high by the light of the moon, A fleeting shadow not seen till your doom.
The girl woke to nothing. An immense whiteness; the stench of foul disinfectant. Scientific smells. Clean smells. Scientific. With shaking fingers, she raised her hands to her face. Pale, she was.
Everyones left now I've become forgotten. It hurts inside making me feel entirely rotten. It's as if a doors closed and I'm left on the other side. And no body cares that I'm dying inside.
Truth Hurts Part Nine Christopher leaned in to kiss me, slowly. His lips were inches away... I stepped away from him, pulling myself away roughly. "I can't." I said to his shocked expression.
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This is for Beth. 1. Read how to write a poem part one. When an apple's in a pie 2. Write another line about ANYTHING YOU LIKE using the technics in PART ONE.
Chapter 2 "Aunt Becky!" I yelled and ran towards my aunt. It's been at least four years since I've last seen her. I enveloped her in a hug and heard my mom laughing from behind us.
As Marcus took the last sip of bourbon from his glass, hew new it was time to leave. The bitter taste from the drink had long since disappeared as he began to drink the whiskey more like water.
Few rude words.... The house is freezing, my step-dads turned the heating off ... AGAIN.