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Harley stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes scanning the flawless features of her face. Long, blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Plump, pink lips.
"Baby doll, you're crazy. That's in a city three hours away from here," she said. "Mom, it's our only hope.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I've been in hospital having an operation.
With my hair undid, a black coffee pressed up against my lips and a life of mischief behind me I did truly look like a mad man but not a mad man that meant any man madness just mad man not a man mad,...
My life, my passions, my dreams, my goals, my sights, my sounds, my friends, my family, my soul, my look, my clothes, my trainers, maybe different to yours but that's because I'm a human not a robot..
I'm in the mood about writing about a bunny called Babbity :) So, here goes: There was once a rabbit family, Their colours were, grey, brown and white, And one day a fox came lurking, And gave the...
A freedom from the double mind #notadaywithoutaramble As I sit here thinking of what to write about it dawns on me that if I switch off this double thinking brain of mine and stop second guessing...
Life in the zombie apocalypse is a never ending fear of flesh eating, blood thirsty, undead creatures devouring your souls.
This is a copy of the first part I did, to remind everyone what the story is.
Needs a little work I think Remembered for never Lived forever, Happy Nobody cares about the losers, why would they when they have winners to admire and respect.
James doesn't know made him go into the church, a small grey stone one with a gently twirling weathervane.
I woke up to the sounds if those things beating on the house. I got up carefully not to wake up Zayden and ran up stairs to get a glimpse of the real world.
(An excerpt from The Blood Mile) Paris 1789 BANG. The jewel encrusted goblet came crashing to the floor after I had rather foolishly attempted to keep it in balance.
There's always that one time that sticks in your mind ... Like when I met him... Chubby, short and he had short hair. That's a big thing seeing as his hair is longer than mine now.
Wow. So, like, I was at the mall with my friends, and we were all drinking our frappè or cappè or whatever. And. Like. I told them.
His face went red as he double over in pain. Smiling, Anna walked away from the white coats and towards the vessel. "I'll get you for this" The white coat squeaked behind her. Anna flipped him off.
Sat here in the pub we are in I'm drunk and there not, I see them as there true selves and they see me as a freak, weirdo bound for nothing but who cares.
Faces of the rat races The staff who work the stations keep a clear head under pressure from the rat race crowds in the their face due to delays.
We sat under the big tree in the middle of the racecourse, both drunk and eagerly sucking on the cigarettes I had just purchased from a rather disapproving garage attendant.
I wake up feeling sorry for yelling at Harry. I mean it wasn't really his fault. I change for school and go down stairs for breakfast. The boys are already down there eating.
#he/shechallenge ( a short story with no he/she in it) They walked along the sandy beach, her black hair glistening in the moonlight, the boy took her hand and they began to continue their stroll...
~ its quite long, sorry ~ When we got to town, there weren't many people but this was usual. "Sweets, sweets!" Beth chanted.
Brad and Jon entered the dark woods,.
I am enjoying all these amazing Opuss creations I've been away and come back to more excellent pieces than I can read..