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4# "You were never sorry, Zara, you were never sorry for leaving me in that hellhole!" I was angry now, my brain flooded with the scarring memories of my childhood.
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4# "You were never sorry, Zara, you were never sorry for leaving me in that hellhole!" I was angry now, my brain flooded with the scarring memories of my childhood.
All that stand in my way will be crushed for demolition be thy name today and without mercy I shall step forth with words that cut deeper then the most tempered blade and venom that could upstage the...
Chapter 1 I was rushed to the hospital that night , after the horrifying accident had occurred. I opened my eyes , my vision was fading. Blurry faces was all I could see.
I stood staring at the cathedral. It's presence looming over us. dwarfing everything else. Ever since...that day....the reapening..it had become a symbol. A symbol of hope. A symbol of strength.
I started walking down the path ways hopping something would come up.i was bored of walking around in the hot blooded sun I wish I had a pool,or atleast something to cool me down I could not use to...
When it's time for your soul to finally depart When evil has steered you through life I will come to you and tear out your blackened heart.
Five people in two years have been found murdered on the side of the B10 dual carriage way to Cheshum.
This poem was written about 4 years ago, but it's still one of my favorites.
I feel what, I feel like keeping the lid to my emotions shut. What do I feel, I feel like leaving on the seal. I feel what, When I talk to you. I feel like I'm torn in two.
I think it's when I saw you, Standing innocently there, Acting like nothing you do, Is ever slightly unfair, My tears were still flowing, My hands sticking to the wheel, I had no idea where I was...
Lina carried on watching me, thinking things through. Then she shook her head. "Let me go with you, Freya" She begged. I shook my head. "I can't, Lina.
You told me I was special, No one better in the world, Sent messages on the radio, But then your plan unfurled.
The young man stands on the edge of his porch, The days were short and the father was gone, There was no one in the town and no one in the field, This dusty barren land had given all it could yield.
A scrap of cloth, A piece of thread, Expertly combined, A little doll that looks like you, You really should be kind, I hold you in my shaky hands, I've waited for this chance, When I could cause you...
The following is a story that I had to write for my english class. It is title-less. Feel free to give me ideas, and tips to help my writing technique.
(For those who care, this is a continuation of Vengeance!, Shipwright's Labor, and Retribution, posted about 25 days ago.) Bone white: The water worn pebbles where our warship sleeps.
Fire burns bright in her eyes. Her hair fiery molten red. Her steps are graceful. As her gown flows. Her heart shines bright. A raging inferno. Amber red eyes search. A missing artifact has gone.
He looked at me for a long while without saying anything. Finally he asked,"are you sure?" I stared into his eyes. "As sure as I'll ever be," I said. He grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Sitting here tonight, drowning in thoughts. All the battles I've lost, and all the wars that I've fought. Every lie that's ever slipped these lips, Every curse thats brushed these fingertips.
#halloweenparty. #name. I unlike the other invited guests. Know exactly what awaits. I know precisely what will happen. When I pass through those wrought iron gates. Hiding on those desolate moors.
I see it In your eyes, That horrid look of despise, You think that you're God's gift, Well, your going to be mift.
#nightdwellers It was the night you ripped us apart You should've just cut out my heart For without you, there is no new start You see torment is my new art.
#halloween #ghost. Before I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. Because I've been here once before. When I came knocking on your door. Excitedly I said "Trick or treat!".
Sweet pie there you are under your glass lid. It brings back memories from when I was a kid. Of sitting beneath window sills.