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"How does it taste, defeat. I have never tasted it myself, at least not in it's finality." The Witchfinder removed the gag from his mouth. Just a cough, and a splutter, releasing backed up sick.
Somehow his words inexplicably depict what I hide...even from myself. Truly beautiful...
A man comes home from an exhausting day at work, plops down on the couch in front of the television, and tells his wife, “Get me a beer before it starts.” The wife sighs and gets him a beer.
Oops. My bad. Sorry I've taken a piece of yours. I've to admit, it's a shady move. I rained on your love parade and stolen your groove. Sorry for the many times he went missing.
There once was a cat named Alex, he was a young little guy who always loved to get out of the house and explore his backyard. He enjoyed running around and prancing on the daisies as if they were...
Remember/Don't forget Those golden years I've spend with you have tough me gratitude and even softened my own attitude I'd like to start with mentioning our fun time listening to music on the bus...
#weeklyopusschallenge. Hi all I'm Mrs Mistletoe,. Ill tell you about my day,. Just so you all know,. So listen to what I'm about to say,. Today I attended a Christmas party,.
She pushed with tiny fumbling hands Through the endless folds of soft fur coats, Her trembling fingers slipping through, feeling for space, Tiny snowflakes falling and melting away on her hot pink...
One by one the lights blinked off, And everybody screamed. And in the dark they realised, That this is what they'd dreamed. A dark, dark world, no end in sight, Void of energy.
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
The battlefield was ripe, With temper and with strife, Opussians and Fairytalers, Fighting life for life.
Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had unstained clothing. I had quiet conversations on the phone.
When I was A young boy My father Took me into the city To see a marching band.
Chapter 34: A Message within the Cell Rachael was still locked up within the cell; she looked through the skeleton eye and saw a bright orange sky with a shade of purple creeping through.
I woke to the sound of a phone ringing, shrilly piercing the early morning atmosphere and more importantly my slumber.
If you missed out on first one, read it first, it's same name but Chapter one...
Right, I'm writing a story, and this is the beginning of it. It's 1992 words long and all characters are based upon people I know. I need feedback, but I doubt any of you will read all of it though...
Another day, another dawn, Yet no time to sigh or yawn. Locked into the lifeless ring, Nothing new that I can bring. Ever feel like there's no room. Like you wake up inside a tomb.
'Going out to pick some berry's!!' Rory shouted at hobnob who was on his phone, for the 19th phone call in 30 minutes. Eli (Eloise) dialed on her own phone...
Do you like me. As I sometimes wonder You're sometimes sweet Then raging like thunder Do you like me. I'm doubting you do Sometimes we have fun Or I'm something under your shoe Do you like me.
Soon I was at the gay couples apartment. I was excited but slightly scared. First threesome, and with two guys too, this should be great turning a couple of gays into bis.
#household I keep it bound and chained Under lock and key Away from prying eyes Where nobody can see My paintbox of emotions A thing I keep secure For they must not mix Each emotion must be pure The...
As some of you know, the last week or so has been somewhat turbulent for me.
Ash Jasmine; I owe my life to this girl. If it wasn't for her, I'd have lost the will to live years ago. She brought me back to life with her soul and her goodness.