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Hi, It's Alexandra. This is a new type of blog that has taken me AGES to write. This blog is a LONG list of books that I would like to read or have read already.
"To see the world from your eyes Part I : Dear diary Dear diary, Today was the best day ever. The morning started off as it usually did.
Part 6 *~*~*~*~* (Sorry it's so long. But I like this chapter!) We both froze still together. I slowly broke away from Peeta and looking into his eyes, it was like a signal I guess.
The next morning, I woke up to a constant ringing sound. Rubbing my eyes, I nervously traipsed to the window and opened it, spying on the outside world.
The Phantom of the Opera was musing late one night What would really happen if he stepped into the light Would he be accepted, welcomed with open arms Would Christine still be there, her beauty,...
Mummy Assemble the fleet, Broken Britain - Benefits cheats. Hose down my town Benefits come with age, Seen it, mean it, been it.
When I was diagnosed, as having B.P.D, I didn't know if I was lost or found, or who I was meant to be.
Today I have written 500 posts I'm having a celebratory toast I'll share my bottles of Champagne Wear my lipgloss because I'm vain Put on my heels and new dress Pin up my hair, into a sexy mess Then...
Chapter 30 He held me around my waist. I could see the balcony under my feet. Then I closed my eyes again. I felt every breath he took in. And as I opened my eyes we were far away from the ground.
*long nonsensical rant. Sometimes I wonder how much we are in control of our own actions, and our own fate. Fate is something I’ve always wondered about. Are we born to be certain people.
My life is tough. I have 2 brothers. 1 that's 5 years old and 1 that is 7 but acts like a 2 year old because he's autistic. My dad is a police man who risks his life for strangers.
It doesn't matter if you're forty It doesn't matter if you're eleven Every word you lay on this page Can can bring a change around forever Please don't think you are clever because you found a...
The world today is waking up to news that Christopher Kringle, the inventor of Christmas has disappeared.
When I opened my eyes I was greeted by a loud screeching noise. My alarm clock. I leant over and smashed the button. The bloody thing never went off until a certain amount of force was applied.
Okay so this is the end for now. I hope you had a good ride...well you know what I mean ;) A little explicit. *I'm giving you 5mins before I come get you.
"Hello housewife. How's it all going?" Kim said as she bounded up to Tiffany with the rest of her gang in pursuit.
Clouds cover the skies, shedding milky light across the moors.
#thinline He went inside, Sarah wasn't back from the toilets so he took his seat and downed the rest of his pint.
Heh, sorry if its too um...'detailed' but we all knew this was going to happen. Chapter 15: SAFE. I felt my lips go all warm, they seemed moist.
-TIFFANY- I started awake, breathing heavily with beads of sweat forming across my brow like an assortment of diamonds. "T. What's wrong?" Nate whispered from above me, not sounding tired.
-TIFFANY- When I woke up the next morning, I turned over and flopped my arm onto Nate's side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. "Nate?" I murmured, still half asleep.
Of course Potter got picked for the triwizard tournament. Perfect Potter who can do no wrong. And he asked me to the Yule Ball. I can't believe he hasn't got the message yet. He's an idiot.
I woke up stiff from being curled up in a ball and my face puffy from crying, I walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face.
"Let me introduce my girlfriend, Tiffany" I said to Hannah, putting my arm round Tiffany's waist. She flinched and pulled away slightly, but I understood why.