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Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright. Dark in the light. The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight. What is this in your wings of gold. Strings of black appearing.
Chapter 2: As I came to the end of the never ending hallway, I saw I bright light, as I got closer I heard whispering, about something that sound very exclusive. I was frightened.VERY frightened.
There had been many moments in Quinn's life, in which she'd considered giving up. Completely.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, the air fills my nose with the freezing reek Of winter.
I lie awake, alone at night. Looking at the pale moonlight. I cast my mind back to that day, everything went wrong for me. The rain was pouring, my mum was yelling.
A scream pierced the night.Bluebell jumped to her feet,to find herself trapped in a deep hole.The night sky was a dark purple and a blanket of blue smoke came towards her.Bluebell clutched her chest...
Yesterday, federal warrants were issued and afterward served at numerous churches, mosques, synagogues and other places of worship throughout the country in an effort to locate, arrest and,...
My mind wandered as I lay in my bed, listening to my cats tranquil purr. I rolled out of the covers, a breeze hitting my leg gently. I sighed deeply through my nose and shut my eyes.
I walk alone on a dark street,. And all I hear is the birds go tweet,. But they are not just any birds you see,. They are crows looking down on me,. So as I carefully walk on,.
Jane didn't talk to Frank that day, her eyes were red from crying over night. What Frank was afraid of, happened that night. He talked while he was asleep. And Jane heard everything.
Ok, so this is my attempt at a scene setter for a gothic story, hope you like it. If you do please tell me and I might write a full gothic story.
Cole ran a hand through his hair, uncannily copying Drake's own action.
Hey followers and random people who decided to look through my opusses. Just a random thing to ask which story line sound best, since I'm one of those people who can't decide barely anything.
I am the moon that loves you cold in the night’s sovereign, alone and old. Through your window I shall creep in, lay on you like water, shine kissing skin.
'Tell me', the tall man said, eyes glaring down at me. 'By what name am I to know you?'. I dared not look up into those ever longing eyes, and kept my gaze fixed solemnly on the carpeted floor.
Seph's insane grin that was masking her petrification seemed to wince as he asked about his phone. "Errrr... noooooo....." She lied, very unconvincingly at that. She didn't know what to do.
Quinn was left in the dark only a moment before a light allowed her relief. The room was cavernous: wide and echoey despite the sheer amount of things there were.
Seph giggled excitedly, passing Tokky her drink with a grin, "Family history. You know how I didn't know who my Dad was. Oh and my last name's Mora.
Day 13- The ship is rocking back and forth, the rain is lashing down on us, it has been for days. We have already lost 3 men.
** I'm 13 so sorry for all the bad punctuation an spelling if you can comment how to it should be in some areas I would be grateful ☺** EVE I lay there on my bed, struggling to keep my eyes open.
Steve: It is raining. We better get home fast if we don't want to get soaked in this horrible rain. Jennifer: It doesn't matter. Be careful and drive slow.
Her eyes flicked open and she glanced at the digital clock that sat on her bedside table. It read 10:15am. Good thing it's sunday, she thought.
Fiction. Original by me. Introduction. The light of the sun suddenly blinded me without warning. I groaned. "Get up. First day of school!" my mother pulled the cover off and to the floor.
'Yo, Ho. Haul together, Hoist the colours high.