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A little note~ Not written from personal experience, just inspired by a poem read in English. Together, that's what you said. Always together. You lied.
Johnny, Hey homeslice. How are you. Hot. Sick of curry yet. Today I have mostly been writing, I do love it, I wish I could make it my career.
Johnny, Hi. I tried to call you today but it went straight to answer phone. You probably don't have signal but I can't help but worry; we both know you need looking after.
Princess Titanium and her trusty tits Had been on a fighting crusade Kicking ass across the universe Her love of doing this would never fade On a distant galactic star she did meet Her nemesis, the...
For the rest of the day the word had spread that I won the fight, everyone was being very respectful towards me "hi Harmony, do you want a drink?" asked a small first year "umm I'm ok thanks" I said...
I had a phone call from a police man saying that our flat would be ready in 2 months, I sighed I knew that 2 months was a very long time do one wrapped there arms around my waist , I turned to face...
Part 7 I imediantly take my hand off the rock I was using for balence and hobble over to the water. Without a thought I jump in. I hear Tristan yelling for me not to but I don't care.
Part 6 I put my head on the dry grass and sob. "I surrender, I surrender." I keep mumbling inbetween sobs. I hear Tristan chanting my name trying to get me to come over.
-NATE- She kissed me tenderly on the forehead before leaving with Sandy. "Bring me back a pastry!" I shouted after her just as she walked through the door.
Upon a hill there was a lone brick Well. It was steeped in folklore, many would tell. How it was cursed and was a damned place. Folks steered clear, only walked by in haste.
I'm working in pig heaven, Such a long, long way from Devon, The footie's on our little screen, In our hut surrounded in greens, I miss my writing, I really do, Especially when knee-deep in poo.
Truth Hurts Part 7 I leaned forward, parting my lips slightly and so did he. Then our lips touched, connecting with each other. It was wonderful. He pulled me closer, and I willingly came to him.
My head hurt. My eyes hurt. My chest hurt. My ribs hurt. My shoulders hurt. Let's face it. I was hurt. It felt worse than a hangover. Because I think I knew, even then, that I'd never heal.
Emily was a beautiful soul, Holding her head, she was So lost though, a myriad of Pains and woes, confidences Crushing waves as she rides The rapids of her life, asking Why's and What's and...
'Run away with me.' he asked, staring down at me with his deep brown eyes, as the light faded with the setting sun. 'Of course.' I replied instantly.
Reading through the posts I came to realise something.
So my first week of the dreaded return to work is almost over.
"Thought of a name yet?" Nate asked Tiffany, rubbing her arm and pulling her harder against the side of his body. "I have ideas. None of them suit her though.
Sorry it's been ages and is not exactly long.. Chapter 2 BROKEN HEART: "Jesus Ivory. You got that old piece of junk to look that awesome?!" Justin gazed, as I pulled up in the driveway. "Yeah.
-NATE- "Mollie?" I asked tentatively as I pushed the door to her room open. "Who-- Nate?" she said, coming out to greet me.
-NATE- I took my place at the front of the alter at the St. Bartholomew church next to the Waldorf Astoria. It was Tiffany's mother's choice, as she had married here too.
This is a random extract from a novel I've been writing - please be gentle with me - its my baby :) That night Lucy dreamed of what she could only describe as heaven.
Chapter 8 He walked down to the sand. I tried to figure him out. He was nice, good kisser and somehow he cared about me. The sand was clean. Our town made sure it was.
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