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He was the type of person that gave of a 'I think I'll cross the street to avoid' sort of feeling.
Prologue My life was once the life of a normal 14 year old girl. I was at the stage in life where I thought my life would end if I didn't get the latest perfume or the latest book in my collection.
Prologue My life was once the life of a normal 14 year old girl. I was at the stage in life where I thought my life would end if I didn't get the latest perfume or the latest book in my collection.
At length, I happened upon a downy clearing amidst the twilight forest where I paused to catch my breath. Bird songs and cricket melodies filled my ears.
Got bored and started writing, would be good if I had a story to fit around it. Jack walked over the rain-splattered cobbles of the road.
This is but the first chapter of the story I have the wish to publish for you. It is not certain it will continue, if no reads it I can't see the point. If people do read it, I'll continue the story.
"Oh my gosh." I say staring at the skinny orange eyed boy. "Collin who is this. What happened to him?" Collin leans down to his friend. "Cmon. Cmon get up. We need you. He begins to slap his face.
**ok so this is my first attempt at writing a story. I would really appreciate any comments/feedback.
“When you get to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something...
The rain crept over the dark elms and the lake, over the broken plough lying useless in the field, over the dead stones; it crept like death itself coming for granny Wirren, and she knew it.
Sitting down on her soft cabin bed, Catherine smiled to herself. She was a daydreamer. A daydreamer who couldn't stop thinking. What did she think about.
Waiting for the world to end and I'm sitting in a bar. Plenty of people coming and going, seemingly oblivious to the pending doom.
It was Monday 7 of march, my 3 year old daughter Alya and I were walking, it was a lovely morning in Russia, we were just heading home from the theatre that we went to see, when a lovely lady with a...
It had been a week since she'd seen Him lounging in the double seat, sharp, evasive, beautiful.