Raven Part Two
I take a deep breath then enter the inn, immediately overwhelmed by the cloud of cheap perfumes, alcohol and cigarette smoke. Noon. Rush hour in all the London inns.
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I take a deep breath then enter the inn, immediately overwhelmed by the cloud of cheap perfumes, alcohol and cigarette smoke. Noon. Rush hour in all the London inns.
I've already posted bits of this story, but I realised that I never actually posted the end. So, I decided to post the whole thing in four or three parts, and, well, here's the first one.
If only I could change the world Here is what I'd do, I'd go back to the good old days Where they were fair for me and you.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 7 ~~~ I stood in the shower an cleansed myself of all feelings for Jamie. I couldn't let him get to me.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 6 ~~~ I woke up with of the worst headaches ever and my stomach pounded. I soaked in my surroundings and came to reality.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 5 ~~~ I walked and walked. "Ronnie, Wait!" I felt the tight grip on my arm once again. "Fuck off!" "Your coming back. To at least stay the night!. Please, Ronnie.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 4 ~~~ When the song ended it changed to a Goo Goo Dolla song, Iris. I also got emotional when this song came on, it reminded me of my past.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 3 ~~~ He came out of his shower clean shaven, smelling fresh and no blood anywhere. Only a black eye. "Your such a bitch, You know that?" I smiled and shrugged.
Hiding Our Hurt. Chapter 1 ~~~ I entered the room as everyone stared at me. I had changed a lot since last year. I had dyed my hair, my tan had faded, my eye colour had changed due to my contacts.
Dear Diary, Today, as always, we trailed to the centre of a volcano (to check for an update of successful missions completed by our co-villains, funnily enough, there were none) and I didn't think...
Stuart James Arthur Thomkins was 34 years old. He had spent most of his childhood in borstal homes and most of his adult years in prison.
My plan to take over the world was completed today. I have defeated the goody two shoes Colossal Bankroll and his goofy idiotic sidekick Momentous Moocher. It was simple really.
ACCOMPLISHED : bought cat food STILL TO DO: defeat superbrat world domination Mum phoned today, she never understands. Always telling me to go back to uni, find a nice girl and settle down.
Friendship is like peeing yourself. Everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling it brings. -Unknown.
Long ago, the people of the Brittish Isles believed that the universe was created by a Giant Wolf. Its massive pawprints filled to make the oceans and the gaps between the toes became the land.
Its never good to lead a life of crime. I guess you may as well consider me a repeated assult felon then. Haha, wait, thats what I already am. Do you know what I am. Im a hitgirl.
Part One: Eat Your Filthy Heart Out "Why would you come back here, Ezekiel?" she screams. "To see you, of course." the young man replies.
Preface; Her fingers glide over the man's rough palms. She exhales, making the least bit of noise. The room is filled with a musky smell that clings to the air, but never shifts.
(Hm, just a semi-gore and insanity warning) It wasn't supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be married, happy, maybe she could have been pregnant. He wasn't supposed to be with her.
Chapter 3 - How long have I been in here. It's felt like days...My throat is parched and i'm quite famished. There is no way out. I lay down on a stained sofa, the musty smell makes me sneeze.
There was once a young man going on a journey. He went by plane. A couple of minutes after he say down, he realized that he was sitting next to a black man.
I hid them under the steps. Piece, by piece I carried his bones. Wrapped in bags, like trash. With recyclable cardboard. The person who raped me. Walked free and clear. After evidence didn't prove.
That dread uneasy feeling A whisper in the wind Don't tell me that a sinner Has returned, and that she's sinned.
Everybody thought the house on Mysteria Road was empty, deserted. Nobody had lived there in years. Ally Carter begged to differ.