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A is for Aleisha, my mistress and Queen Bee B can be for Bryan Heap, which leads us on to C C of course for Cinders, beauteous red haired muse D is for Delilah and her serial killer ruse E then is...
Slumped in her seat, Lauren scowled at the teacher from the front of the class. Ms Morgan whistled out of tune cheerily; until Lauren thought she was going insane.
I'm late up again, Why can't you see. Opuss please stop calling me. No don't. Actually, A day without you I couldn't bear to breathe. You keep me sane when I'm at work, At home you're such a perk.
I can only guess at how much pain you will be going through tonight. Four years you celebrated your birthdays together. So many memories and many more smiles and laughters.
Inspired and written for @WeirdWolf Brandon The Wolf: Brandon the wolf was sat in his cave... He was a naughty wolf who didn't behave... He used to play tricks on all the other animals in the woods.
Slumped in her seat, Lauren scowled at the teacher from the front of the class. Ms Morgan whistled out of tune cheerily; until Lauren thought she was going insane.
Minutes passed, as Phillip worked frantically worked on Isadora's wound. I faded away in a hazy state of mind, a bystander, the audience, a innocent member of the public.
A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact, Or maybe like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched. A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise.
@Ipuss don't feel sad, your the best thing we've ever had No need to sit alone, when can you join me on the throne It's okay to tell me your fears, I'm here to wipe up those tears, I know that it's...
One day you will remember me, one day you will laugh at the memories, one day you will try to find me. But One Day I wont be waiting for what you have to give.
Saturday. ----- Tom; "Jana says I'm not romantic" Me; "You're not" Tom; "What should I do?" Me; "Nothing". Tom; "Seriously, what would you do?" Me; "Nothing".
Okay so, I'm quite angry at someone at school. I have a friend who's a great friend of mine.. And she's a lesbian.
Six years have come and gone, I need for you to know just how much our friendship touched my heart.
There was once a man named twiddle Who loved to play the fiddle Twiddle twiddled fiddles all day long.
Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know that memories Were the best things you ever had The summer shone beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ocean stood Down...
We don't loose our friends. We just learn who our real ones are..
seeing a friend for thirty seconds. but they still make your day!.
It’s time to pack away my broken past. To stop the pain from hurting me at last. Those memories, I don’t need them anymore. It’s time to lock them up behind the door.
Friends like you don't grow on trees, I know that this is true. But if friends were flowers, there is no doubt how quickly I'd pick you..
Woody and I went shopping today, buying stuff for our holiday.
Before I knew what I was doing, I realised I'd written way too much for one part, so I've split it into two sections. Enjoy.
The story opens with a juvenile lad, Justin, who is caught stealing by the police and is sentenced to community service on the local AIDS Ward.
Faith I have in amazing amounts, Faith that this trio will live, Forever and ever, enduring the ages, And the sands of times' cages. For though we are trapped, By claws and pains...
So recently i've discovered that one of my friends have been lying to me, not just about one thing but many. It's hard when someone breaks your trust you don't know how to react at first.