Fight For Me Part Eleven
“Now we only have to deal with transportation.
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“Now we only have to deal with transportation.
Stefan was climbing up the trunk of the tree, his body aching after each move. He could feel Lydia's blood drenching his clothes, he could her soft groans of discomfort.
On a new estate in England, somewhere in Milton Keynes, Mother went out shopping, for brie, baguettes and beans.
#household #sink #twistedopuss I can feel myself going down Twisting and spiralling the wrong way round Being pulled deeper into the dark Down into the plug hole of life I'm falling. Cartwheeling.
There a few things you should know,. Like how to survive flying through snow,. As bitter wind bites your face,. While tough wings beat at a steady pace,. Your gloved hands grip tightly,.
I was so tired. My head was swirling, my thoughts blurred. It wasn't normal for smoke to be creeping under the door, but I couldn't work out why. What was it that caused smoke again.
I look for my prey. Chest heaving. Heart pumping. The dark colours of the plants boar me. I need the colour of prey, of food. I need the red of heat. The hairs on my back stand up grey and long.
Chapter 2 My grandad was panicking as I reached the top of the spiralled stairs. 'Theres a ship Anthony. And it's heading towards us!'. 'It looks like its going to crash into us!' I exclaimed.
Chapter 2 My head hits the the truck window and I open my eyes. I rub the painful area with my hand.
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
I strolled down the old dirt road to the local bar. I arrived at the small bar and ordered a scotch. I sat on the worn out leather stool and put my head on the wood counter. I sighed.
Inspired by @Fly10 post titled "Dark Water" Warning. It's a tough, emotional read.
I'd slowly accumulate bits and pieces of things I found and construct a makeshift home, under a bridge ideally because of the shelter from the elements, and also because I'd pretend to be a troll.
After about an hour of basic horse Care training we tacked back up and loaded up the supplies. I help Tom up onto lightning and handed him the reighns I patted lightning comfortingly on the kneck.
Soon after Mia woke up, she felt something crumpled underneath her. It was another note. It read : 2nd July Today a girl, about my age, came into the shack.
Today it rained for hours, The floods are everywhere, Looking for some dry ground, There isn't, anywhere.
All I can think about is the pain in my stomach. It feels like it's burning nonstop. I can feel the doctors poking around with my stomach, it hurts but I can stand it. At least for now.
I am bleeding and crying, watching her stand there, just watching me die. I am furious, so I use all the strength I have left, and get my sword and strike her side. She falls and I feel victorious.
In the white room the old blood stains are evident. Faded to an almost grey, but evident none the less. I look you in the eyes. I see fear, over whelming fear, in yours. You search my eyes for fear.
The days went by quite quickly but on Thursday 14th May something terrible had happened. Mia - content and joyful - was sat on a log making photo frames out of sticks.
Tide is rough. Water deep. Blue clear sky. I'm lost in sleep. Bubbles rising. Water in. Breathing out. Don't take my kin. I can't see. Lost in sound. Blurry faces. Screaming loud. Hold your breath.
Once upon a time Topsey and Turbey went into the woods and found a huge gingerbread house. Topsey and Turbey were so excited that they bounced and hoped all the way there as fast as they could.
I feel a hand touch my shoulder, so i turn around and look at who is touching me. Its Jessie my best friend, probably wishing me luck.
How do you do it. Just pretend it's alright, Carry on like nothing happened, Just pretend that I lied, How do you do it.