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Systems of education. *long rant I was midway through a popular mobile game in which hostile birds destroy little green pigs, when I received a random text from someone I had went to uni with.
Chapter 33: The hospital bed swam quickly along the busy white corridors.
Body beach 7 A week flew by, all I did was give statements and cry myself to sleep. I was woken up by my mother very early.
Prologue ------------ "I think of what we could have, who we could be, and I realise that I'll never be with you. Never. Why. Because you are THE Kyle Nyson ... Kyle Nyson.
It's a little short and uneventful but I know you guys were desperate and the next part is going to be amazing. Lots of drama ahead.
After a lifetime spent together, We're falling apart at the seams. Even when holding hands lightly, The touch doesn't ignite our dreams. When did we lose the chats that we used to have.
"honey.
This post is intellectual poetic game.
The world today is waking up to news that Christopher Kringle, the inventor of Christmas has disappeared.
Been working on some flash fiction. Would love some input ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The remark insinuated itself like cat's claws, oozing saccharin sweetness.
"Hey" Will whispered as he stepped into Tiffany's room just before midnight. "Hey you" she said, sitting up and beckoning him over.
-TIFFANY- "Hey coach, do you mind if I sit and watch?" I said as the coach came to open the door for me. "Do you mind staying out for just a minute.
Really hitting them out of the ball park now... -NATE- "Tiffany?" I asked as I pushed through the door into her room. "She's fine. Don't worry" Milly said to me, looking at me with slight disgust.
-NATE- "Morning honey" I said, turning my head as soon as I woke up to see Tiffany's peaceful face. "Morning Mr Cole" she replied, placing a hand on my cheek and pulling herself in for a tender kiss.
We spent the next 10 days alternating between days in the hotel and pool, and the beach. Adam and I had both turned a golden colour from the intense sun.
-MOLLIE- "Where's the birthday boy?" I said, as I pulled myself out of the cool water. It started to trail off my body, so I briefly dried myself off before looking up at Charlie, wanting an answer.
Chapter 8 He walked down to the sand. I tried to figure him out. He was nice, good kisser and somehow he cared about me. The sand was clean. Our town made sure it was.
Have any of you thought of the the world's true destiny. What if it's something weird, or something different.
I heard the shout again. Illegible but.... Human. Definitely human. My mind buzzed, I felt my jaw drop at the thought. But I was alone, my head said, no one else survived the plane crash...
Nervously tossing and flipping the coin in my sweaty hand, I advanced towards Bret's Bakery. There was already a customer inside, deliberating over which loaf of bread to buy.
Peter and Sarah had ringside seats watching Ryan and Lynsey sing 'I think we're alone now' on the karaoke; badly.
I stand by the old oak tree In the pouring rain Wondering why I am alone And how to cope with pain You can't tell my tears From the rain upon my face I idle not knowing what to do Lingering in our...
(This, thanks to @RichWithey, is the first of the Rabbit Man stories in verse. Blame Rich and his new rabbit-eared avatar or 'rabbitar.') Saturday in Opusville: The clubs are getting rowdy.
I cannot claim credit for this one, it was recently written by one of my friends. I liked it and thought I'd pass it on to you.