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The blood was everywhere or so it seemed for Sara. Her dress was ruined and so was the carpet, the stray thought about cleaning bills sneaking into her mind uninvited.
Instinct: Chapter 1 (Part 3) Leo When I woke I found her arms wrapped around my waist and her pale face pressed against my back.
Warning. Slightly creepy. But hey, I was listening to some pretty creepy songs - Enjoy I suppose. There. Here. It's everywhere. Can't you hear. It's calling. Calling us both. I shouldn't listen.
May 2 2012 I just read my last entry. ‘Bat-Shit’ crazy. Funny term really, how would anyone know how crazy bat-shit is. Why would anyone want to know.
April 30 2012 The day was a Friday. I forget the date. I forget most things if I'm honest. (That's the idea of a diary isn't it?) That was the day I ended up here...
When I see the truth. "Ugh.." - I thought. Policemen took me to the mental clinic. Yeah, that sounds strange, but they said that I killed Alexandra. White walls. White floor. People in white uniform.
Said Mr. John Dwight sadly, "I saw her the first time, I didn't know it yet, but she was the Love of my live. After I heard about her, I knew, that I would do all to work together with her.
A very large, cantankerous invisible monster came into my tv room and just heaved himself onto the sofa with a grump.
My name is Judith Palmer and I don’t regret anything I’ve done. I have taught at St. Agnes Primary School for three years, and I have no intention of leaving.
Ever see the girl in the corner of the class doodling all over her math notes. Or the girl who sits at a table with people she hates only because she had nothing better to do.
I was watching him, his hands dripping with blood. His blue eyes were red but no tears were falling down. And his light brown hair looked sooty in the dim light. His face was set in a pained manner.
Get lost, monster. After I saw Jenny Loo with her new victim, I took little crazy girl to the bath. "Wash yourself. I'm going to call your mother!" I went to my room.
You know what. I’m not like other toys. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to you since I’m not a toy at all, but some people seem to hold on to that misconception. Of me being a toy I mean.
At break Elle as usual was on the grass with the girls, she was the most popular girl, and everybody wanted to be her friend. Now I know you're wondering why Elle needed an Imaginary friend...
First time. It's Ryan again. Jenny Loo's behavior is good. I thought she will live in my house about 2 weeks, but Christina called and said "I realized that trip in Russia will be awesome". Um.
I look in the mirror and I see a toad. I don't want to but there it is. A pale, hairy toad with a miserable look on its face.
It's a story about Jenny Loo. A girl with red braids and grey eyes. The story begins. "AAAAHH!!" - I heard a scream and ran up the stairs. The door was open. The window was broken.
I stared at her as lies come out of her mouth with every breathe she took. It was like she was saying this with no guilt or feeling.
I found a wallet, it was sat on the crack between two slabs of pavement as I was walking home from shopping.
It had all been a dream, thank God. A nightmare.
Seriously, no. Was that me. No. Yes. Why. I don't think I could. But... She only shoved me. Slightly. Hardly. Nearly. Kind of. But now she's gone. Her diligent, warm, soft fingers are now frozen. Icy.
I was walking down the back lane this morning. It was the first day of March, and there was still a light dusting of icing sugar frost on rooftops and cars.
It was 1876 and Bob Wacahoodoo was in his back garden, when some loud shouts and big bangs began erupting in the alley next to his back garden.
Intro I was with my girlfreind on a nice picnic date in the park, Blue Capped Chickadees calling out to mates, People playing frisbee with golden retreivers, Monarch butterflies flying around.We ate...