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So I've decided I'm going to write a diary entry every Sunday, describing my week's successes (normally few) and failures (normally over-called).
•Chapter 7 - I Love That Sound• •Ammi• Kai's arm was rigidly locked around me, keeping me tight to his warm, bare chest.
The doorbell jangled for what seemed like the hundredth time this evening. I sighed, put down my book and heaved myself out of my armchair.
I was dreaming. I wished I wasn’t, but there was a sort of blurry tinge to the edge of my vision that told me otherwise.
To my mother Are you the one that hurt me.
-NATE- I heard the door open and I immediately rushed out of the kitchen to see if it was Tiffany.
Chapter 20: The phone rang early the next morning, putting me in an exciting mood.
Time is passing by far faster than I would like. The sun is falling from the sky and dusk is beginning to set in.
Children are abused in different ways by parents, relatives and strangers these days. It's a sad fact that most people either growing up abused or know someone who has been abused.
@sjw @MrsS @Jamtots @ckahn @MissLittleDHP @irrational_kimmi @leelee101 @crowncottage @deviltortoise @datalore24 @eddie12309... This is for you. One lit window in a dark sea of the living dead.
The ground was hard, cold and slippery, a combination of rocks, scree, drifting snow and a thick layer of ice.
A little note~ Not written from personal experience, just inspired by a poem read in English. Together, that's what you said. Always together. You lied.
I sat glancing around the bustling coffee shop as I patiently waited for Olivia. She bustled in and dropped into the seat beside me.
Ladies and gentlemen, a few weeks back, and at the continual behest of Mrs. Leelee, I entered one of my pieces in a national poetry competition. I thought, ok, why not.
'I...I... Yes, nothing could make me happier.' I burst out. He stood up, wrapped his arms around my was and spun me round, my long hair billowing out behind me.
A short story I made for English a while back. It's pretty long, but I would value any feedback.
As the next few days passed Adam grew increasingly frustrated as he tried to remember. I walked into the spare room where he was sleeping, with coffee.
Please read. At the end it contains information explaining my story, which I think is necessary for anyone who reads my story to understand before they read any more of it.
"Get....the.....fuck...off me!", In the struggle she let out a scream. Now she needed someone to save her. Maybe with 'Uncle Bob' she had been a bit extreme.
"A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can.
Mummy mummy mummy my mouth hurts my mouth hurts. (Aw mummy make it better with a nice long cuddle and some magic powder, there there all better) 10minutes later... Oh that tastes funny, mummy.
---Noah's P.O.V--- I got woke up by my alarm clock reading 6:00am. Ugh, another Monday. Here we go. I jumped out of bed and ran my hand through my hair.
Trish woke me by dumping a bowl of freezing water over me. I gasped like a fish out of water and spewed out a stream of expletives that would make a sailor blush.
The art lesson ended, and everyone wondered off to their next lesson. Nate walked out, with Mollie hot on his heels, linking her harm through his.