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Dear Child, I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home.
I'm not ready. It happened before. Not ready to loose you. Not yet anyways. I love you. I miss you. I wish I could see you're smiling face. Just one last time.
This is based on a true story. Told in my own way.
Every year Since the age of twelve Steven had done something on his birthday for his late parents. At thirteen he completed his first marathon, aged fourteen he completed his first parachute jump.
You tip toe around, you don't make a sound, then you say..Jess your found. You run, I run, we both have fun. I turn and tickle you till your on the floor, then mums comes out the gold and white door.
© ZuperZed "Hi little brother I've got bad news today. Calling to tell you that mom has gone astray." Early that morning my dad left for work. All he then knew was that she went for a walk.
Taylor beckons for me as I sweep the staircase. I put my duster on one I the steps and walk over to his room. The walls were a pink rose colour. The tiles on the floor were blue with silver lining.
I found a picture of us siting together In a bumper car, you were twelve, I was nine remember.
'Ro...'Ro?" echoed the familiar voice - a velvety voice laced with honey that broke through the thick black haze, ripping the lycan from the world he fell into every time he closed his...
Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever.
This is the second chapter of The Witness, the adventure story I'm writing. What do you mean you haven't read the first chapter. Go read it now.
The doctor came to see my dad The news I hoped would make me glad Instead a dread of all things bad Without him here forever sad The doctor came to see my mum My fathers passing had left her...
There was once a family who were very happy and always went for camping and field trips. One day Sunny, an eighteen year old boy in the family, was about to walk home from his rugby match.
One by one, my family was killed. One by one by one. I know I must be next. It was a curse. And it’s all my fault. I went into a house that was said to be haunted. I wanted to take some pictures.
It was one in the morning, I unlock the door trying to rush in without making any noise, without waking her up and having her notice that I had been drinking all night.
As Rob dropped his phone, Aled noticed a gang of people out by the gate.
The House of Mirrors is a creepy true story about an abandoned mansion in Cadiz, Spain that is said to be haunted by the ghost of a girl who was murdered by her own mother.
Chapter Nineteen. Inside was two crisp cream envelopes covering the rest of the content.
The floorboards creak loudly above my head as I keep on hiding from the strangers who have just recently ruined my life by entering our home unexpectedly.
The way you used to smile at me, the way you used to hug me, the way you used to waddle along and fall into me, the way your laughs and giggles made me.
My mother died while I was still young, He hit her so hard, she bit off her own tongue, Nightmares never ending beginning to creep, Can see the blazing flames of fire swirling deep in my sleep, Fist...
The trees whispered quietly, as if they had a wonderful tale to tell. A girl walked past in long, confident strides, her head held high with a purpose. But upon her face is where our story starts.
Barry was speeding through the traffic as though he was on a mission. His hands became sweaty. And his heart was pounding ...
The sight was gruesome. I was completely consumed in shock. I couldn't believe it. The accident did this to me. I'm scarred for life. "I can't believe, I mean why did this." "I know.