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Illiana's house was huge. From the ground it looked about medium-sized, but close up it looked like a mansion. "So this is my house," Illiana said cheerfully.
Yeah. It's back...
The blood pumping through our veins. Our hearts beating all the same. I look at it as if it's beautiful red rain. Trickling its way down, it seems to stop and say forget about the pain.
The woods were dark and dank. Huge pine trees speared into the air everywhere you looked. The floor was coated in spiky pine needles making it uncomfy to sit or lie on.
I pause Everything is quiet A calm, white stillness seeps in through the carpet Nothingness fills me as I feel numinous I feel filled with air Clean, complete, this is the end, This is how I die, I...
One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway.
(I'm just making this up as I go along) Chapter 1 I had always been afraid. Afraid of spiders, heights, dark, the unknown and most of all... Death.
:D gonna continue. Wish me luck with 3 stories lol, but I think I may switch off. Like post 5 stories of Hopeless one week the next week Just Another Love Story and then Lost in Nowhere.
A folky number about the highland clearances. ------------- Mother nursing her first born son a love so deep and true. Menfolk fight to save their land under a banner of blue.
I was left with only 3 senses. Touch, taste and smell, and let's face it - unless someone left a trail of food to lead us out taste was the least useful sense right now.
The hurt she carries suffocates her so. Life for her is one that she can't let go. Her unhappiness is hidden from all eyes. Look deep enough, you will hear the cries.
In a world so full of vampires, We humans have no say. Highly sought out for our blood, We all must hide away.
This is not involving religion in truth this applies to every religion, every ethic group, basically everything. Things we cannot do as humans, so here they are :).
Chapter 7 "What is this?" I ask him about where he got this lovely sandwich.
The sound quickly stopped and it became unnaturally quiet. I silently opened the pantry door and glanced around. I couldn't see a thing, it was pitch black.
The door crashed down as armed SWAT officers bombed into the room, followed by medics with stretchers.
The black clouds; heavy, damp. The ground looming; black, hard. I was falling, falling to my death and yet I was not scared. Pure adrenaline ran in my blood, I had no time to be scared. Breathless.
Greg sat back in his favourite chair. His forearms resting on the worn leather. The chair was ancient. Previously belonging to his father, his grandfather and his father before him.
Tidings from little Feather's world, Her kittens have survived what the weather's hurled. The rain it screamed and drenched the night. But the kittens revolted with all their might.
For the lowest of the low. Each day is tough going. Working your finger to the bone. Never ever slowing. Minimum wage. With bills to pay. Not only that but. A baby on the way.
Chapter 48 We say again on our seats and said nothing. As we landed I looked out side. The sky was blue and I felt this energy running through me.
In Feather's domain, The rain was a fright, It was drenching the streets, Not a dry patch in sight. Rivers down roads, And torrents of wet, All in the 'summer', As bad as it gets.
Nothing beats a horse riding holiday with your BFF. I'm in the Australian Out back with my best friend, Hannah. Trees. Trees is the only word which can describe it. They were everywhere.
Regis paced uneasily around the small room, the control panels' many buttons and dials flashing distractingly. She called Viperhound to her-"what is our position?" she questioned the creature.