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Part 3 of . John had arrived in his battered old transit van with coat hanger antenna in a ploom of thick smoke that was even visible in the darkness.
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
Talking about my earliest days as a child is very hard for me. As I have stated in my previous blog entries (I was born in Belarus Russia, where I lived in a terribly impoverished orphanage.
Lost on an island. far from home. There're other survivors. so your not alone. The island is moving. The monster awakes. The monster is moving. The island, it quakes. Lost on an island. Far from home.
(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.
Part 2 of . Important information... Our Sun still exists and will not burn out for millions of years.
We think we know how we are going to die. I always thought you seen this light at the end of a tunnel and went to heaven.
One swear word... ----------------------- The streets were empty. We were alert but they were still empty. The zombies hadn't reached us yet.
We think we know how we are going to die. I always thought you seen this light at the end of a tunnel and went to heaven.
Part 1 of . 'Donut's is there nothing they can't do' was repeating over and over before Ian pushed down on the slice of cake, which doubled up as a snooze button on his novelty Simpsons alarm clock.
I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could, stumbling only when I heard Paulo's crew screaming. I could only assume the figures had returned to deal with them..
I've heard it's happening again. Again. I heard they escaped, or got let out, whatever it is, I don't care. Just one question is going through my mind ... How will we survive this again.
We will not follow, We shall not wallow, We shall run through the hollows, Escape this fate, Before the time rings late, We shall escape this trait, As we head for the run of our lives, Against those...
Tattered clothes, red eyes, why does no one hear my cries. Matted hair, skin and bones, I'm so sick if being alone. Caked with dirt, blood streaked face, get me out of this cruel place.
It was love at first sight, My heart melted under yours, Yet we would soon be in a war. But back then, you held me tight, Said you'd never let me go.
Scene 1: At the Crime Scene Characters : Sue Sylvester aged 8 Mom Dad Criminal Badger the cat (Set in Ohio, the streets in the house, someone unknown in home.
•As I walked through the dark streets, the wind chimes blew in the sharp breeze, playing their eerie, taunting song into the dark night. I heard a scream of fear and distress. It was Charlie.
Half Black Why do you hurt me. On the inside What did I do.
#onyxheartcontest1 Moonlight beam, Sunlight sheen, Raindrops changed the mood.
James wandered through the dark, cold woods, off in his own world. He always loved the woods.. It was so quiet... And peaceful. He stared up at the beautiful moon, shining on his face.
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...
"Come on.. It's not that cold." Jordan said smiling, standing in the lake with his jeans rolled up. Roslyn laughed at him from the dock.
Motionless I lie, a dead expression held upon my face. All feeling has turned numb from the jagged tear that has been inflicted.
#war Hey all, well what an interesting weekend it's been!. We found out that the mrs Grandad was in the army during WW2 and that he was a PoW for 5yrs.