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Lying on my bed... Smokin some cigarette of out a window. Just to be sure my brother doesn't find out about it. Listening to kings of Leon.
I have been pondering for a while Of petty things that took me a thousand miles The thought of you gave me a smile Swept away this thing they call black bile You were once a stranger I know nothing...
«Okay», you say. And you might wonder how my lesbian visit turned out last night. Read on, my friend. I picked her up at the station and we went to my place.
Nothing. That's what I feel. Black. White. I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to get out. Nothing is boring. Nothing is strange. I hate it. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let. Me.
"You don't know me. You can't know me..." We had never even met before yesterday. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged. He took a seat on the sofa opposite me. "But I do know you.
Part 2 of . Important information... Our Sun still exists and will not burn out for millions of years.
I walk out to where the boys are standing waiting for me. I get there and stand beside Niall. He kisses my cheek and puts his arm protectively around my waist. "okay.
There's always that one time that sticks in your mind ... Like when I met him... Chubby, short and he had short hair. That's a big thing seeing as his hair is longer than mine now.
"I took a breath. I pursed my lips. Tilted my head. Hands on my hips. "Did she say: 'Stay on the path, Or face the evil Wolfy's wrath'. "I can't remember, But who cares. Just one step...
I scream for help. My plea is drowned under tidal roars. I gasp for air, but choke on ice. The ocean pulls me to its depths, calling for me. I resist. I struggle for life.
The forest calls out to me; a cacophony of birdsong, rustling leaves and the constant hum-whistle-howl of the wind snaking its way between tree and branch and undergrowth.
Haha my 3rd part. Just randomly created this!. Enjoy :D So I'm walking to Zack's house. He 2245 Mild Road. Where is that. 2241.... 2243.... 2245!. Got it!. I hope this is right!.
I sit at my desk - and ideas won't come So I chew my pen, swing my chair, fidget and hum. The sly little bastards - those crafty ideas Have been teasing me daily for long friggin' years.
Prompt: The abbey bells are ringing. The rhythmic clip-clop of iron horseshoes against cobblestone broke the pre-dawn lull.
Chapter 16 I was on my way to my room when he held my hand. I turned around looking in his eyes. " you look tiered". He said touching my hair. I liked how he pulled away my hair from my face .
Please can you take my breath away... Please can you help me. I cannot stay. I'm falling weaker, I'm breathing slower.. Depart me from this agonising pain forever. Tell me. Do you have any empathy.
Don't look for me I am not there But I'm floating On the air I'm whisper, rumour Deja Vu And while it's false It's also true I'm the ghost In your machine Sometimes dirty Sometimes clean The feeling...
Q. What would you do if I cheated on you. A. Well, I'll give you two answers. What I hope I would do is to tie up loose ends, then leave you. All done. Piece of delicious easy cake.
Chapter Two The Little Secret Of Mine Miley's Pov. Here I was at the Dunny's house. Two years I lived here. Rosa,who is supposedly my "mom" got herself a boyfriend name Ronnie right after my arrival.
I noticed every year on valentine, we always see sweetheart and couple message everywhere, but what about friends and family. So, YO.
Can I make a challenge. I'd like to hear about your confidence issues or what you image it feels like to have no confidence (ie the definition of me). Deadline on hhhmmm... Friday.
*bad language It's a little strange, a little funny. If you feel the same, sing it for me. Get up on your feet, if you want to compete. Or you can back up slowly if you want to retreat.
Chapter 27 The next day my neighbors dropped me off at school really early. I was so early Pikachu and Rainy had just gotten there and they arrive super early.
I flicked the lighter on, off, on, off; the glow of the flame illuminating my face in the darkness of the attic.