Shoot Up!
She was once a loving woman. Feisty and strong with opinion. Always been a bit too head strong. No man stuck around for too long. When they did she pushed them away.
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She was once a loving woman. Feisty and strong with opinion. Always been a bit too head strong. No man stuck around for too long. When they did she pushed them away.
The next few days flew by: Nate escorting me to and from exams and lessons, spending all my free time with him and Mollie.
She's like a little china doll. That's broken beyond repair,. Scars upon her snow-white wrists. And ribbons in her hair,. Her eyes are wide with innocence,. But she's tainted to the core,.
It's a funny kind of day with the missus not around A birthday treat from work and she's gone to paint the town Not that I'm complaining for everybody needs some space But it will be strange for...
-TIFFANY- "Come on" he said, leading me down into one of the subway entrances. "Nate. I think now might be the time to tell you that I've never been on the subway.
If anyone has any ideas on a second title if love to hear them. So I said I was having a break, but I missed writing..
The virus took the poor boys breath first, and raised his temperature. His elder sister was terrified for him and hadn't moved for the month he'd suffered.
Wake up girls. The man who loves you the most in the whole world has already married to your mother. :) XD.
Chapter 4 MORE THAN FRIENDS?: "Erm..I don't think that's possible..." I chuckled, shy again. Suddenly the African-American girl came up to me, the pale one stuck by her side. "Hiya Cleo.
'oh wow, Abby that's so exciting.' Lucy squealed hugging me back. 'how long have you two been trying?'. 'almost a year.' I sighed.
Truth Hurts Part Twelve A hand covered my mouth as I screamed. "Shut up!" A guy yelled. Oh god... It was. "Mike. What the fuck. Let go of me!!" I screamed, pulling away.
"What's Crag's problem. Does he always make digs at you and Marty?" I asked as we stepped into the lift. Rachel was right. The lift was finished just after breakfast so I could go upstairs.
#TheOpussTale I was running, through the woods, back to the palace from the Pixie Tree. The old Queen had been killed, and there were rumours of an elven mutiny.
Opusseers - you're many, diverse And you brighten these hours with quotes, prose and verse. I've seen tears of laughter roll fat off my cheeks And inspiring words which stayed with me for weeks.
So I went for a jog this morning by the Thames. As the burning in my chest became almost unbearable, I paused for a smoke. (Yes I smoke after excercise and I'm generally counterproductive).
The Don puffed out thick heavey smoke as he put down his ciggar. Sat in his black Merc he waited a while, till up pulled another car.
At the ripe old age of 11, I had two dreams: to work at Vogue magazine and to be in the 2012 Olympics.
Welcome to the first part of my young memories. I will basically just write a new one every time I remember something or get told something I feel significant to my life and the person I am today.
I walked out the front door and jumped in my cherry red convertible. Yes, I said convertible. My daddy has been being nice to me and buying me tons of things. Hehe. :) I drove...fast down the road.
I woke up with a jolt, it was 6: 05. I couldn't sleep, last night kept popping into my head, it the perfect moment.
Chapter 5 LOVE: "I suppose it is!" he chuckled, not even becoming the slightest bit shy. I weakly smiled and helped myself to a menu.
Cupid stood bemused as his arrows filled the air His task had seemed so simple: make sure love is everywhere His missiles missed their target and fell blunted to the ground And with one projectile...
"Hello, Freya" Charming replied. I moved closer to him. "What happened?" I asked. He sighed.
This is based on a true story. Told in my own way.