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I heard sirens coming my way. Had the fire already started somewhere in the garage. What did that mean "wrong choice". I'm certain nobody else is here.
I know this isn't the appropriate place to put this, but i would just like to say, I'm a 34 year old family man that's just had his heart snapped in two, my cat of 1yrs old was knocked down by some...
Please read on... I'm not going to write anymore Opusses about how unlucky my life has been, so please take a minute to read this.
There once was a frog named Bob, Who ate lots of corn on the cob, He got really fat, Then fell flat, And was trampled by an angry mob, (I feel sorry for Bob!. He was a lovely frog.
Hey guys :D I started writing a story called 'Reunited' but I changed the name to 'Here For You'. Also I changed all The characters names.
A slight little thing, Dressed all in white, Around the forest her enchanting voice sings, Songs of love and light. She dances around, Oblivious to any wrong.
The last sound I hear from the surface is the loud hum of people talking, listening to their skin sizzle in the sun instead of my pleading cries for help. I am about to take my last breath.
Last night at a theater in Aurora Colorado a gunman entered through a side exit at around 12:30am armed with a knife, rifle, handgun, and tear gas.
Based on the 9/11 bombings.
They say you have it, The Midas touch A wish you wanted for years But now you see the downside when You can't dry your daughter's tears Your fantasies gave all be realised Rich beyond wildest...
Tonight we say goodbye. Tomorrow begins a new day. The light shown through your window. How does the sun shine on a day like this. Tragically I must let you go.
Blood dripped down her wrists, her tears staining her porcelain face. Soul tugged, and ripped inside, my eyes looking at the girl I could not save.
Here are the first two chapters in a novel that I'm writing called "Zella", which is the name of the main character. It is a book written in poems. Enjoy.
A poem based upon the 9/11 bombings. I'm standing on the top floor, The other floors are gone, Of survivors in this tower, I'm the only one.
Lay her body down. My love so beautiful that even death cries for her its sickly stain keeping the decay away. Tears fall from the sky as my soul pours from the mirror of our emotion. Can you feel it.
So she walked that weary road again, kept looking both left and right. She knew it was here, it had to be, it was where they lay that night. He held her hand, spoke so gently,tenderly and kind.
I watch her, standing by the sea, staring at the water. Her dress is in tatters, the white silk ruined with stains and tears.
Based on Shakespeare's Macbeth #shakespeareinspired Three witches sat and predicted, something that would make his heart sing.
The noise of cars, it had always given me a sense of, of, calm. It had anyway. Until that awful day. The crash had taken everything from me. My father. Mother. Brother. And my mothers unborn baby.
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen And the whole time while always giving Counting your face among the...
Evil Girl volunteers, Volunteers every day. At the small local hospital On Harrison Way. She does it to keep Her rep as a saint. It's a great rep to have, That she'll never taint.
Hey guys this is a glimpse of my new story I've made up!. Hope you like it and please comment. Tell me what I need to work on and what I'm doing well at!. Tell me if I should carry on with it.
"Aleeeeex. Where are you Alex?" The voice surprised him. "Oh, dammit, not now!" he whispered angrily, hastily trying to cover his nude body up.
Another piercing scream, Another SMACK sounds. An evil excuse of a man, Is giving his wife pounds. Next time she appears, Bruises flower on her face.