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Day 6 (POV) Im burning inside with rage to what that filth did MY creature. How DARE THEY hurt her. After all the warnings I gave them and demonstrations of my strength and control over her.
as the young 20 year old producer walked down the snowy streets of Glasgow, he paused for a second. his eyes met the young girl's. she looked about 19 but something wasn't right.
Part 5 Drake looked as mad as the people he was killing, a one man army with nothing but an old rusty pipe that he called Lucy Lou for company.
Waiting on redemption day; She needs him, while she fades away. Twenty Tylenol and she's going fast- things blur into a spinning elliptical of sorts, mysteriously. But she knows what she's done.
She stared at me again today. The moment I entered the grimy little shop I felt that claustrophobic countenance rippling over my person.
chapter one: She sat there under the willow, idly nibbling away at something, pondering the racing clock and her reluctance to go home.
The bleakness I saw swirling madly about in the smooth glass of its eye, squeezed at my chest, disrupting the natural rhythm of my inhalations.
Time is passing by far faster than I would like. The sun is falling from the sky and dusk is beginning to set in.
Peeking through the cracks, I clearly saw the key I desperately needed. It glinted with rusty freedom. In addition, lying down like a guard dog, was the Koruk, all lean muscle and shiny scales.
Are we simply a question to ask, a programmed race to simply respond with robotic answers. NO. We are not those sorts of people. We are the insignificant, the pathetic, the freaks.
#bestofopuss Not my best, but my favorite. Every year Since the age of twelve Steven had done something on his birthday for his late parents.
All is hauntingly still. If there is one thing that I fear most, it is this. Not the night, death or evil. Not blood, chaos or monsters. No, what I fear most, is this. I fear the silence.
I must of fallen asleep because when I woke we were parked. I looked around for Zayden but he was no where to be found. I looked up for signs. There was one but it was unreadable.
Chapter One: Old Endings, New Beginnings.. Part One. I wouldn't consider my self normal.. Neither would anyone else. I've always been a out-cast to every human surrounding me.
Once upon a time there lived one Bengal tiger called Gregory,His home was in the Rocky Mountains of china.
As I crept nearer I could just make out a light in the top left hand window. A silent breeze stirred the trees. I felt a chill down my spine. The light moved. It re-appeared in the next window.
Douglas' story was rather unnerving, it scared me, and I wasn't easily scared. "Have you ever walked on the moor at night?" "No," I replied, trembling slightly.
I hated the countryside the first time I saw it, looming Dartmoor hills, it felt wrong, it made me miss London, where you could see where you were going if the sky got dark, it was no place for a...
I was really screwed up now. Everywhere I looked, there where psychadelic colours and strange shapes all over. The strange world had invaded my home. I panicked, and started hyperventillating.
It took me a while to find that door again. It always does. Then came the usual tea party, me getting killed, and the whole place being sucked away. Right on schedule.
Imagine you're in a big empty room, with a stone floor. Now imagine all light goes off. It's so dark, you can almost feel it pressing against your eyes.
My footsteps are so loud. Every day I wake up from the same dream, because I want to do it. I want to end it. It's 31 degrees outside and I'm going to lay in the snow. Nothing seems to faze me, at...
~Secrets Trilogy~ Chapter One Never Say Never He said it so passionately. "I'm not risking it. Not risking.. You." I didn't want him I let go. Or stop talking.
That night it was going to be a full moon so jack went to the graveyard. When he arrived he looked around him, he saw some tree's and some old gravestones and a path covered with leaves.