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I get myself in quite a state, Desperate to concentrate... The ending lines - they will not come. My fingers twitch. My head is numb.
One summer, long ago my friends and I packed our cars and vans and took the roman road south, heading for the coast.
The next day, I woke up to find that it was only 6:10 and I had to go to school. I really did hate Mondays. “Ugh, can’t I just stay home all day?” I said to no one in particular.
Notions of commercialized demonic devotions- I swear I see the world sober,in pixelated slow motion - Forever stuck within and on, forth style prisons either being of salvation or damnation - Allow...
I have a guilty pleasure, Please don't ask me why; It's seriously cheesy rap, Its certainly not that fly.
I know I'm not the only one who has this little glitch. I've even got the nickname of 'that sneaky wifi witch'. Everywhere I go, I look, it's like I have a tic.
Part 10: As she explained to me what happened I dropped to my knees. "I don't know who hit him though. They said that the car was dented badly.." she thought about what she had said.
Part 1 Usually, I get squashed under some nacho man on the tube. And believe me you don't want to be under him. Makes me quiver thinking about it.
I'm five out of ten of the traits you list. You ask for that and I give you this. Draw your hands into two small fists. Bruise my lips with an angry kiss.
-Ohana means 'family' in Hawaiian- To me, Opuss is family. A family that's mine. A family I've come to love, To cherish; so divine.
12 years ago everything was simple. Everything was easy. No tears, no pain. No worries about what people will think, no worries about what people will see.
I was never good at much With my words People I could touch It is my only gift My words can be Happy and emotive My mind and hand Are as one Towards the world of words I ran Opuss was the...
(can I just say thank you to all of the lovely people who support the story as its reached chapter 12 and a massive thank you to those who have reported it as you have widened it's fan-base...
I sunk to the floor as the bloody knife fell out of my hands. "This has gone to far". I whispered to Shane as he lifted me up from the floor. He smirked, "but nobody knows, love".
You are my comfort when I'm in need You are my solace, a soulmate indeed You are the one to whom I turn to You are so amazing it's untrue.
When a smile is wiped away, And a frown is left instead. Those feelings cloud your mind, Would you be better dead. I can feel the bullet digging, It is lodged inside my throat.
A heartless evil reigns behind your eyes. A cold, black pool of tar, oil; seeping into everything you touch.
Chapter 1 I wake up, spread out on the floor, face squashed against the hard floor. The forest floor is never usually this smooth. Ah, whatever. My lazy mind quickly dismisses the thought.
So on that fourth of July, when most people were celebrating americas independence. Zach and Shanea were nervously standing in the queue to decide Zachs fate as an artist.
The mournful cry of a wolf, Across the woodland pine, Sending you to shivers, Wracking up your spine.
Grab my arm, pull me in tight Whisper that we've got all night Pin me up against the wall Make feel I want it all Let me feel all your body Pressing itself against me I can hear your tender...
It was twilight. They had just finished their meal at a restaurant that overlooked the Thames.
And then there was you. Back to the wall, Drunk but still standing, No-one left to call. Smiling and laughing, Swaying hips. Awkwardly pissed. Either way your mine now.
I remember being there...with him. I was terribly frightened. He was so...so still, I had never even imagined this happening, especially not to him. His eyes were shut, his mouth open slightly.