Crossfire.10
Erin It was horrible. Anna seemed to have been badly affected by the HellHound.
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Erin It was horrible. Anna seemed to have been badly affected by the HellHound.
The next morning I woke up well slept and refreshed to find a turtledove sat next to my pack with a letter attached to it's left leg I walked towards it slowly and picked it up gently as not hurt it...
Cole ran a hand through his hair, uncannily copying Drake's own action.
I met Taylor's 5-year-old cousin for the first time on Christmas morning. "Hi, I'm Carissa." "Hi... I had a hamster last month, but then it died." Oh. Pity.
In English class, we're learning poems and 'all about them'.
I just wanted to say that sometimes we have new people asking on people's comments to be followed I've had a few myself in the past, and yes it can be slightly irritating.
Maybe you could hold me when I feel alone. Maybe you could keep me close when I'm on the verge of tears. Maybe you could share happy moments with me, too. And maybe you could make me giggle.
Don't cry my love, don't cry, My heart breaks to hear you say such words Of loneliness and dismay As homesickness sets in To make a hollow home In your weary soul.
[one bad word] A purple liquid boils, Inside me, As I sweat and toil, I submerge myself, Beneath its skin, Let the liquid, Take me in, My worse crime, Was this passion, The purple laced black, This...
Shanea and Zach had been dating four years, the most memorable for the both of them, was when Shanea first heard Zach sing.
CAUTION: DO NOT READ THIS. Are you still reading. You better stop now. Are you blind or something?!?!?!?. Didn't you see the warning?!?. Oh, smart guy huh. You know what. Read the next page.
There was once a boy, Named Nicholas Claud, Who was sitting in his flat, Completely bored.
i just wanna take some time and write about the things i have. im thankful for it all, this world has shook my hand. ive found a bit of happiness, when i thought my heart was cold.
"Where's mommy?" The voice should have been angelic, several octaves higher than the sound that emanated from the child's mouth, my child, my son.
Rom was dead and buried. Gone. He had been for almost a year, but it wasn't getting any easier, living without him.
The road was silent, except for Bling's footsteps. Her feet got blisters from walking so much. Was she doing the right thing. Will she get lost.
After the long and arduous task of generally begging me to come over, I finally agree to drive to his house.
Ok listen up.
Lake Superior 'It was cold-and-I saw-mother. Yes, that was it, mother. Hadn't she passed away last year. I'm sure she did. Why is she here. No, where is here?' I thought.
This poem was inspired by Mark Twain's "War Prayer". With a painful lurch the stranger came into the room, And cast his eyes about into the darkness and the gloom.
Once upon a time...
#household Alex. Get upstairs.
Another great war of man began. With all the worlds nations involved again. To finally settle once and for all. Mans future with an enemy so cruel. We stood together at dawn.
You've always been by my side and given a helping hand. I wish I could bottle you up and sell you, you'd be high in demand. You're such a shining star when you banish away all my fear.