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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.
Black night, The mist sneaks and creeps and the ocean breeze blows strong In the background a sound seeps, a hypnotic and deadly song.
I had lost all senses. I couldn't feel myself. I couldn't hear anything. Sight was completely useless here. I searched for a taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt disembodied and completely...
It didn't happen like she had thought it would. There were no explosions, no raging fires, no ruptures in the ground... and nothing but silence.
Tuesday, week 2: Science The door swung inwards slowly. On the other end a man with a face like a mastiff greeted everyone in. Josh walked over to his seat.
Prologue I ran as fast as I could. Jumping over fallen branches and ducking between trees. I could hear him coming closer. My lungs burned and my throat felt torn up from my ragged breathing.
"hello?" Lewis called out. "help" came the voice again. I wriggled trying to free myself from the firm grip of Lewis. He lowered me down gently until I was stood and balanced on the floor.
Chapter 3 Stretching his wrinkly neck out of the microscopic lighthouse window, my grandfather noticed me lying helplessly as the gargantuan ship lost control.
He was a practical hunter. Living off the earth loner. Far away from the touristy tracks. Deep into the forest he built traps. A local ancient tribe of cannibals. Are his nearest kind of neighbours.