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Knowing that if I would go home I would be questioned what had gone on and if I told my parents they would go mental with me and I probably be kick me out of the house and I was hidden in a snicket...
#household (Not A Poem!) Everyone talks about how much they love thier grandfather clocks. Why a grandfather clock. I am ashamed of my grandfather.
She weighs it all out perfectly; Butter, sugar, flour, Smashes the eggs into the mix And beats it fast and hard.
(read parts 1-3 first) (sorry its been so long) #thelight "Sally Jones?" a tall military man said as Sam's mother entered the room.
Part 8 From in the tall grass a tall man with short black hair trips and falls. I remember this guy, I saw him at Lindsy's party. "Josh.
Hi, my name is Mary and I'm a single mother raising a little boy named Gage. He is 24 months old. We are very poor and have little money.
I woke to the sound of horse shoes clicking along the London cobbles, the background music of my life.
Back on the first day in this place I may have smiled, I know better now. Smiling is a waste of energy, and a waste of hope. We only smile now to hide the searing pain each breath causes.
Part 7 I imediantly take my hand off the rock I was using for balence and hobble over to the water. Without a thought I jump in. I hear Tristan yelling for me not to but I don't care.
Inspired by several books that I've read, that I can't really remember the names of. "You can't do this!" The last words I spoke before they took me away. How wrong I was.
We are now exactly a mile from the red zone, all of a sudden Corporal West stops "do you smell that?" he says in a quiet voice.
Part 6 I put my head on the dry grass and sob. "I surrender, I surrender." I keep mumbling inbetween sobs. I hear Tristan chanting my name trying to get me to come over.
#household * language* I am a lowly mule. Deliver me from this hell. Movin drugs across the border for the fucking cartel. Grease 'um up good, swallow 'um down.
Hey guys :D I started writing a story called 'Reunited' but I changed the name to 'Here For You'. Also I changed all The characters names.
#Household It's time to put the knife away, It's time to live another day. It's time for me to recognise, That this knife holds a thousand lies.
#household Sometimes I wonder if anyone would care if I died. I stare at a blank wall with a knife in my hand. My mind screams cut. But my heart says put the knife down.
Prologue: Thunder and his family were born as kittypets. Thunder had 2 brothers and 2 sisters; Shadow and Wind were his brothers, while River and Sky were his sisters.
~*/Chapter V\*~ >~Where: The Forest~< April lay in her corner, feigning sleep as she waited for the house to drift out of consciousness. She'd spent the day forming her plan while she worked.
It's easy to see how, after living my entire life under a glass bio dome, I was more than a little frightened by the open, unprotected sky. I stand on the dry dusty ground which was once mud.
We all sit in the back. Wondering who's next to leave. Next to serve a new master. Life-long to work and heave. We all range from. Little 4 year olds. To teens ready to escape. From working the coals.
The elegant feline shadow, Ever-stalking, silent, free, The paw prints in the moonlight, A shudder from the tree, A whisper in the darkness, A quiver in her orange eyes, The tiny rodents...
I'm a 19 year old girl. You probably don't want to know but it's my birthday tomorrow, the 25th of December. To many of you that is Christmas day but we don't have Christmas here, not anymore...
The screams reverberate around the air, shattering silence to nothing. I slowly start to back away, ears ringing from the awful crescendo.
I'm stuck I can't find a way out I've fallen down a slot canyon I can only shout.