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Hey guys, I've got a few more chapters. So this isn't the end. Enjoy Chapter 24: Lucas The last stage “Holy-” I thought out loud as I took one look at the scene before me.
Little Johnny was 7 years old, and like other boys his age, rather curious. He had been hearing quite a bit about courting from other boys and he wondered what it was and how it was done.
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*walking down street, gets tapped on shoulder by ex, turns round* "Baby...it's me. I've come back for you again. We can be together again for reals.
-TIFFANY- "Are you ready?" Will said to me, linking his arm through mine. "Just about. Thanks for doing this" I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Not a problem.
-TIFFANY- I was discharged the next morning, after briefly seeing my mother. She'd been supportive, and before she had to leave she seemed genuinely interested in my health. We drove back in...
-TIFFANY- The journey home was a quiet one. It felt almost dangerous as Nate drove a lot slower than usual, constantly gazing at the picture of the scan on the dashboard.
Over the next few days, I tried my hardest to come to terms with losing Nate. I stayed with the two of them in lessons, but after that I tried to mingle with the other popular girls and the jocks.
Prologue. *^*^*^*^*^* I jolt up from yet another bad dream. I've had them since the age of thirteen, I'm fifteen now. They might vary on when they accrue, but most of the time I have the every night.
I'm panicking. I know I am. I can feel the panic welling up inside of me. My breaths are coming in so fast, I worry I might hyperventilate.
I only saw it through a video, Those children suffering, their Tears drying on their cheeks As their breathing is stolen By their own people, the same Men they were taught to call Father, uncle,...
#nightdwellers #beginningline The crimson trail disappeared into the night... Tangy spatters from her sweet veins, I feared as I fully regained consciousness.
-TIFFANY- At 1.30 I was ready to leave, pacing around the vicinity of the front door nervously. What was going to happen. Would I need to be more made up than this.
Chapter 2: Past Starts (Part 2) Denny The photo showed me about fifteen years ago when I was only sweet sixteen.
*Blog post = bad language. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. (Robert Frost) Something strange happens in London when it snows, things appear a little different.
Chapter 6 DIFFERENCES: Smiling, I let myself into my ordinary home and sighed at the sight.
Chapter 7 He Looked down when I saw him sitting there. As I came he looked up. His face was somehow sad. He sat on a bench in front of the school.
Only reason I'm here is for those who missed plus no offence I'm slightly pissed Bit early in the day but what can I say need something to chill me out when I'm feeling this way Don't need to...
-TIFFANY- "Wake up gorgeous" Nate said to me, shifting in his seat to startle me a little. "Where am I?" I asked, eyes feeling dry and blurred.
I think the location below proves exactly how I'm feeling right now. I did some power writing on the plane though, instead of sleeping, and some serious thinking. Might post my thought trail in a bit.
I love the idea of writing to music, and having a 'soundtrack' to each section of work. So, just to try it out, this section is not only very long, but it's soundtrack is 'Riverside' by Agnes Obel.
Tiffany spent the rest of the evening drifting around the place, with a slightly confused face that was mixed with extreme concentration.
Mollie and I arrived at the venue in my town car, which is a black limousine. I used it to travel around the city from dawn to dusk, and I'd used it since I was 6 years old.
The next few days were spent being lazy; I would wake up at whatever hour I chose, and would tiptoe out of my room so as not to wake Mollie.