Homecoming
My teeth click against each other. I wring my hands, tugging hard at the pale flesh. I see things nestling among the branches of trees. Raven black eyes with white pupils peer out at me.
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My teeth click against each other. I wring my hands, tugging hard at the pale flesh. I see things nestling among the branches of trees. Raven black eyes with white pupils peer out at me.
The scenery flew by the group. They were in a car, Stefan and Jenna in front. "Where are you taking us?" Stefan asked nervously. Jenna smiled.
There's a smile on my face As I look straight ahead I could stay here in hell.. Or I could move on instead..
I wonder all the time I'm awake. When and where I'll ever get that break. To travel freely to where no man has been. To look in wonderment at what's never seen. I ll sit alone on a rock somewhere.
Hey Opussians. It's been far too long for us to be apart but my exams are over and I'm ready to start writing again. So here it goes... Do you want to elope tonight. Get lost amongst the shadows....
Why not take a trip today To a place that's not so far away Riches you'll no longer need Here is where your soul is freed Unpolluted atmosphere No more anger, no more fear Colours sparkle, blue and...
@naaviie improv challenge I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to understand why my mother has so much distain for me. I have the same red curls as her, and the same big green eyes.
Fleetfooted, with quick sure steps I ran alongside the river. I could hear the swishing of branches and curses of the men attempting to follow me.
I ran; ran until my legs gave way to sheer exhaustion. My heart was pounding like there was some sort of beast in it that was trying to pummel it's way out with angry fists.
I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, the blood flowing around me, so much so that I couldn't think about what I was doing.
The phone rings constantly, taunting, tormenting. Mocking me in it's shrill voice, laughing at my flaws, picking out my weaknesses. I never asked for this.
I looked around for anyway out of this situation the smoke was so thick now my breaths were harder with every one I took.
I looked around for anyway out of this situation the smoke was so thick now my breaths were harder with every one I took.
If you took one look at me. You'd scream. A guarantee. Of living in simplicity. Teeth wonky. Like a donkeys. Eyes; black with bags. A complete opposite of a wag. Skin- pale as ice.
I will not wake up with you by my side. Without you here I do not have to hide. Your hands will not run through my hair. I will not wake up afraid of your stare. Your eyes are weak like elders bones.
A few years ago at school, I was asked to write an essay from a picture of a beach, with a stone, a doll and footprints leading away.
If the world was on fire. You would save me. Lost in your eyes. A world to escape. Drawn in. The deep blue. In the sea. Of my soul. Of your soul. I want to run with you. Anywhere. Just take me away.
I was surrounded. Nowhere to run. They had me, I was terrified. Yet, I still tried to come up with some kind of plan. "Hey. Are you guys the Men in Black. Well, because shouldn't I be coming after ..
She thrusted her lantern out into the dark street, she had snuck out before.. But only because of the rebellion inside of her; this time, she had reason.
As the bang went off I saw him recoil in pain. Terrified I ran, knowing this would be my only chance. And I dint have long, because I noticed he was wearing heavy, large boots. So I ran.
On the rain-slicked road to nowhere I see reflections of my past. I know they cannot get me if I'm going really fast. If the friction doesn't slow me and the sparks don't set me alight.
A stolen glance, An accidental touch, That's how this story starts. A young girl And a young man From feuding families they come But with a stolen glance And an accidental touch They fell in love.
Chapt 4, part 2, ---------------Through Martha's Eyes--------------- I kick the door and cry. I can hear mum and dads muffled voices. I look around the room. I need to get out. I need to save Lily.
We lay under the sycamore tree, the huge branches mostly shaded us from the huge ball of fire in the sky - other than the few shining beams that managed to glimmer through gaps within the leaves.