Maybe Love Isn't At First Sight Pt5
-9:00- I woke up to find Josh still next to me, I smiled and gently got up trying not to wake him.
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-9:00- I woke up to find Josh still next to me, I smiled and gently got up trying not to wake him.
Chapter 1 - Part 3 The tray looked like mothers day. Dad had clipped a red rose from the garden and placed it in the narrow vase for her.
Today I talk about a particular group of people. The year 7's "7th graders" (I am expecting massive controversy... But hell with it) (in England) year 7 is the first jump to secondary "high" school.
(Old Man Walking Long Part 2) A young boy , his father's song Did so forever haunt him, that everyday when He walked home, alone, this song he sung, To guide him.
04/12/12 It's been a while since I updated my blog. I don't really remember where I've been for the past week.
#firstwrite Behold, a piece by 10 year old me that I found at the bottom of a box while I was cleaning out the porch. Thought I might share it here on Opuss, because, well, why not. Haha.
(this is more of a rhyming story than a poem which was inspired by a dream I had many years ago). If he ever felt awkward. Distressed or upset. He'd rip an hole in the ground. And in it he'd get.
Im sorry. I took ages. But the next chapter's here. At last. Sorry. Honest. I wandered through all my lessons that day, lost in my own thoughts.
We arrived at an airport an half an hour later. "Alexander, where are we going?!" I asked. "Like I said, you'll see." He smirked. I sighed, I'm not giving up. "Please tell me!" I whimpered.
Dear Diary, My younger twin siblings, Super-Boy and Super-Girl are being very annoying. They keep taking my E-power electric toothbrush. And hiding it.In Mum and Dad's bedroom.
Chapter 4 "What do you mean?" Rose asked weakly. "Well, I'm a kind of ghost really, although I'm like a normal person as well.
Lucas and I had been walking a while before he stopped walking and turned to face me. I stood a little away from him, watching him carefully.
The suns very powerful rays beamed through the trees and leaves, still dificult to see the sky but the sun relentlessly shone through, all the glows of the different greens from all the surrounding...
Babies. So adorable, tiny and full of innocence. Why can't they stay at that age where all they do is sleep and poop. They grow up and start answering you back.
It's interesting to reflect on who you are. Especially as I'm a firm believer that we change a little, or a lot sometimes, every day.
Dust swirled around his feet. His brown, leather trench coat skimmed the desert dirt. All around him, existed nothing. A barren wasteland of dry earth.
#nightdwellers The silhouette of a man was fading into the distance. I drove the short journey to my flat, with my mind, in a state of both confusion and disbelief.
We were all sitting in the auditorium underneath the classrooms. It was big and sparse, the only luxury being the chairs and the projector. Perfect, for us.
James Potter. Head Boy. He wasn't even a prefect. And that meant- oh god, I had to share a dormitory with him. Just him. Just great.
I guess I better make a start On your poetic request, You always said out of we six At capturing words I was best.
I sat on the bed. And stared. At the wall. At the ceiling. At the floor. Behind me, my tail moved, twitching, thumping against the ground. I lifted a hand to my face and nibbled a fingernail. Bored.
I love this part. It's very emotional for Drew :) x *Drew's POV* After I'd cried like hell, an air hostess had entered the cabin and asked worriedly if I was ok.
#acorns Quietly, I bolt the rusted lock on the upstairs door, trying not to make a sound. I then take a black pen off the shelf and trace the fading pentagram on my left hand.
I deleted my OkCupid account, bid farewell to Jeramie, and I told the party-hardy, college boy that there's no point in texting him.