My Little Alarm Clock
#household #acorn It was 6.15 in the morning. The sun was already streaming through the curtains. Her nose began to twitch from the pollen from the field. God, she hated summer mornings.
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#household #acorn It was 6.15 in the morning. The sun was already streaming through the curtains. Her nose began to twitch from the pollen from the field. God, she hated summer mornings.
"What do you mean save him?" I asked. "I'll tell you later" Scruff said, watching Fang intently.
My feet padded across the soft ground of the lavender field. I could see Mable in front of me sniffing the air but I couldn't see much other than her bushy hair.
As you slowly strummed your guitar at the speed of the snow falling outside, I hummed a traditional tune that's meaning had been warped by the ravages winters past.
"I'm sorry." "I'm not bored anymore. Can I be alone." I said that more as a statement instead of a question. "of course." he pats my knee and leaves, closing the door quietly behind him.
Don't break the glass. The creepy old lady at the front desk kept reiterating the same cryptic sentence as I asked about the room for rent.
By Miscellaneous. Jim smiled to himself as he looked out the window at his little sister and her tricycle. Or more likely the tricycle. He was silently congratulating himself for a job well done.
By Miscellaneous. The old man made clocks. Carefully fine-tuned, lovely things. Ones that chimed, tingled, or sang. Ones that cuckooed and talked. Painted and raw ones. The Girl loved the clocks.
There once was a boy and a girl who lived in a land full of magic, monsters and tales. They met on day when she fell from the sky and the boy only wanted for one man to die.
Part 1 *^*^*^*^* I trudged to school through the noisy mud. Why did it rain so much in England.
(please read parts 1-10 first) Wow it's been a long time. #thelight The group had left the room disappointed. Nothing much had been given to them.
Dear mom i love you know that.. But im pregnant and i left with my boyfriend far away. Im sorry but its true i left so you won't need to take care of me. I love you mom.
Tears tears such lovely tears so crystal clear. So blue though clear such beautiful tears. Such sadness and regret my so beautiful tears. no one can say i want those tears.
Me or her pick quickly if you love us you should able to pick fast. I love i don't know if you love me. She loves you you love her. TCH. Go with her.
Me is me and i can't and wouldn't change that. I love being me and i should. I love being me i can be me no one is me so i want to be me i don't want anything else but to be me.
Don't brag just be glad!!!.
Can I help you. Are you okay Ill go with you I care for you Don't worry I'm here with you Just stay with me Thank you.....
Boy: hey wanna hear a dick joke oh wait it's to Long. Girl: ...wanna hear a vagina joke oh wait you'll never Get it..!.
@LifeIsMusic.
I started to move deeper into the wood, picking up sticks and twigs that would be suitable for a fire. The wood became darker as I strolled carelessly deeper.
His feet padded against the sparkling snow. His coal eyes were locked onto her. The air around her appealed to him, the smell brought him closer, and he licked his lips.
Scruff started growling again, drool dripping from his mouth. His back legs were shaking and his ears were flat against his head. "Leave her alone" Scruff snapped. "Or what?" His brother growled.
Chapter 3: Within The Snow I walk and walk, then I walk some more. The sun slipping slowly from the east but reluctant to emerge from its grey blanket, fails to provide any heat to my frozen body.
Remember me the way I was. Remember my sunshine, remember my crashing waves and endlessly stretching sandy beaches. Remember me as I was and the memories made across me.