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(This is a little snippet of the book I'm writing, if you guys like it I might share more with you.) :) Prologue- Annalise. When I was younger I believed in fairytales.
This is the prologue and first two chapters of a book that I wrote years ago and have been rewriting again and again since.
Stetson woke up sweating, convulsing uncontrollably, pale as the snow he dreamed of. It had been the same nightmare each sleep since the accident.
So young and inconsistent With a life so opportune A new love found An action crowned No worries cloud your view In a haste You bleed away The fruitfulness of youth "Grow up!", they say As you...
Chapter 1 "Do we have to move?" I asked, distressed. "I know you like it here, but you need to give Florida a chance," she said. My mom wanted me to move to her home town.
Hello again, and today is Tuesday, February 19, 2013. The innocence of childhood doesn't last. So if you're a kid, then enjoy it while you can.
Chapter 1 It was one warm night it was the night of the graduation. Amy, Chris, David and Jessica where excited to be graduates. The four met each other their freshman year.
I'm classy now I'm eighteen, Drinking twists at five o clock, Hitting all those booze-ups, Cause that's just how I rock.
sitting in this damn cafeteria. mushed between thirty kids I barely know. they barely know. how much they show. for i'm surrounded by. them. a clump of teenagers. rambling on. and showing off.
"BANG" the door shut behind me rapidly. Shoot, mums gonna kill me. I ran up the stairs trying to be quite, I miserably failed.
Life 1 Chapter 1 A tiny tabby kit laid in a nest made off moss, when a big black kit jumped on top of the tiny kit. "Wake up!" The black kit yowled.
The very next day, I begged mama to let me stay home from school. "I could help you here!" I said desperately. "I can manage." She said, wiping a tear.
For anyone who's ever had to move...
#100things 1) Reading - to the point where, when I was little, my granny used to tell me off for spending pocket money on books rather than dresses or toys or whatnot.
I sat myself down in Algebra, the day after Valentine's Day, my heart still hurting, but my eyes dry. The girl that sits next to me turned and smiled. "Hey," I smiled back.
Good morning sweetheart Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart. It has been two months mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey.
Ok, real life right now. Help/Advice please. I've got a best friend at the minute who I've known since September and the start of college, which was a big new start for me.
Once on a crumpled scrap of paper. Smeared with lipstick blots and ink splatters. She wrote a poem. And she called it "Valentine's Day". And that's what it was all about.
By Lamont Carey I mean eleven years old in the sixth grade and I can't read. The class is so full that the teacher doesn't notice me but I can't read.
I hate this day i say in a whisper my little brother looks away trying to contain his emotional tears as well as my little sister, guys don't cry it's going to be ok i say unconvincing but it's hard...
I ran through the streets, my drunk, abusive father running after me. I was of course running from my father but also my life.
"Harry we love you!" I remember those voices, I remember the goosebumps I'd get hearing those voices, the frustration of which one I preferred.
#acorns She met a boy, she was just fourteen. He told her he'd build her a time machine. He said he wanted to run away, But he was just sixteen.
#lyricsinspeechmarksbyTheJamofcourse London Calling. From 14 years old, this little boy travelled on a train, on his own from Kent to Victoria.