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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.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware. Chapter III may not be so pleasant.
"Wheeeheey. Foxy's in the games!" I blink. Foxy. That's what they call me. Foxface. The shout came from the boys' section of the reaping, from a boy I know as Tederick Downing.
Blinding me. Cuts on my body. It's pitch back out. On a Sunday morning. Can't walk without tripping. I stumble back inside. Winds howling through the house. Dust piercing me. It's everywhere.
There was once a poor girl of twenty one, Hung on grief for the things she had done, Stripped of the child that she bore, There was nothing she wanted more, Than to find the forced father who'd run.
Someone screamed. It was close. The thick stench of smoke filled the dawn air, Joha coughed. The great grey wolf, Lunê, stalked low against the ground at his feet. Growling deep in her chest.
Fuck chasing dreams I live like death stay chasing me And I dnt wanna die til I hit my peak So I run til the soles of my feet they bleed, my destiny Stay calling, blowin up my phone like a stalker As...
Seems like a long time ago.. But I had intended to write stories.. Here's an early one #acorns #nightdwellers My senses are heightened. I feel their presence nearby, watching.
Smoke entered Darren's throat and nostrils as he coughed himself awake. Every movement hurt like hell from his hips upwards. His head felt like it would explode or had exploded.