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So we fought. You left me all alone. Now I'm in the bathroom. On the floor. Doors closed and locked. Just like my heart now. My eyes are red and puffy. My cheeks are wet. From all your insults.
Ext. Above the pier, barren road leading to a back alley - midday The man cuts diagonally across the street into a back alley, Karl right by his side.
Feebi's POV: No, they promised her protection. Protection. They cant do this. Can they. No they cant. They know that if it is her then they are already on my death list. I let out a gasp.
Has anybody read Divergent. My goodness, it's amazing. Read it. Now. 'Kay. 'Divergent', by Veronica Roth, follows Tris, a sixteen-year-old girl living in a dystopian society.
I look at this strange message, time and time again, the snow turning to slush beneath my feet, soaking through my fur boots.
#nightdwellers. Struck sideways hanging upside down. Viewing the world when the earth remains unploughed. Trapped by the weeds and the vines wrapped around my feet.
Standing in a tidal wave of madness. I'm the one rising from the ashes. Cue the violins we're going down. Though I have this odd feeling that I'll be safe and sound. Destruction, bad construction.
Drip, drip, drip.
Scars all over my legs, Scars all over my arms, Ugly reminders of bad times, Those past maims and harms. Scars all over my body, Scars all over my back, So many scars, I've lost track.
In the turning point of ages, I guess here is where the stage is. Relentless seas once calm, Building up a storm thats sadist.
Why on earth did I ever do this dare in the first place. God I can be sooo stupid sometimes. 'Do this dare an I promise to pay you. ' Urged Lucy, (nice name) then I asked how much, forty she told me.
Dripping blood On the tree You stuck yourself Straight through me I fall, bloody Face plant in the ground I'm all tore up You've not a sound Drip, drip Onto my leg As I say a prayer To continue my...
I'm sleeping on my bed, with my pillows and blanket, I have my dog in my room. I have my phone , my brother and my sister. Thank you. Because we're gonna be dry until the sun rises.
3years ago, we have this typhoon named "Ondoy" who became a very unforgettable disaster we have here in Philippines, many lives lost, properties.
Some paramedics rushed over to Max and Josie. They had a little bit of ashes on there face but no burns, there backs were wet from lying in the bathtub.
Once upon a time in a misty little town in the middle of nowhere, lived a young boy who had spent much of his short life wishing that he was dead.
My favourite book is called, This Ole House, and is based on a true story.
It was dark if it weren't for the moon I would have found myself surrounded by the black of the night. My walk was brisk, leaving quite out of breathe at points but I just wanted to get home.
High winds Lots of rain Weather man calls for a twister Maybe it'll take away the pain Blow it all away Wash out all the pain Take this house along So I can board a train I see it in the...
He was out on route 101 On his Harley giving it some Leaving his demons back there Behind him now the wind's in his hair He rode alone on the open road Across the country he did go No plans, no...
I was just wondering if anyone thinks this is good......I was writing it for a friend (his idea :P ) and I didn't edit yet so some parts may need a little fixing.
I'm sick and tiered of them taking my friends away. They take them away and never give them back, only the once have one of them came back but that I don't want to go into.
The shot zooms out to show Karl and the man running along under the pier and The Rats marching along above the pier. The man and dog are running as fast as possible.
At this point in the story, I shan't lie, I was in tears. My eyes jumped back and forth, Joey then the knife, Joey, knife, Joey, knife. Joey looked straight into my eyes. I looked straight back.