Love Story Part 1
Before my coral eyes stood the man of my dreams. Bowing his head he swept his hair swiftly to the side.
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Before my coral eyes stood the man of my dreams. Bowing his head he swept his hair swiftly to the side.
"Yes" Crystal responded in an awkward way, Lachlan went red. He hid his redness and said "Cool, see you at class" A few minutes later they were in class with there heads down.
'I love how you can't say yeast, your childish ways and your hugs before I leave, but you're flying high on your nargile and weed..
I opened my eyes, it was early morning, so it was dark inside. I barely can see anything, I got up, opened the curtain. It was raining.
I stare at this blank paper wondering what to write, my hand quivers with anxiety and my eyes hurt because they haven't blinked in quite a while.
She was in wonderland and he was in hell. Their lives did cross if only just for a spell. She was a writer and knew her way with words. He was a fighter whose choice of weaponry was swords.
Everyone says that your first love lasts forever. This love story is about a young couple which insist on admitting to their feelings at the wrong time.
ADVICE: - If you were thinking about someone while reading this, you're definitely in Love..
Marcus had gone out of the room, trusting me that I won't kidnap Harry and sneak of with him in the sunset, half an hour had been up.
Lachlan woke up, he had his average morning and went to school, as soon as he got there Crystal pestered him about the crazy thing he did the day before.
Chapter 9 " tell me" I said while I looked at him. " Alice.. Please" James didn't want to tell me. " fine, I fall for you every time I see you".
Little did we know, Kyle was at home. Weeping into his pillow. "Maybe he's sick?" I suggested. "True,True." rose agreed. My day was actually quite boring without Kyle.
I felt cold hand on my wrist, it pulled my back. I almost felt on the ground. Suddenly someone sucked up to my lips. It was Mark. It was so sick, I wanted to throw up.
Oh dang it. I held my breathe while Molly walked past me,into the kitchen.
The wind whipped my hair as we found comfort in each others arms. We dangled our legs off the peer, teasing the waves with our wriggling toes.
Dear Diary, I know I haven't written in you for AGES!. It's cause we have tests in school now. So I have been revising and stuff. It is now Saturday.. 12:00 PM..
Monday, December 4 Dear Diary, I sit there. On the floor of the tub. Tucked in a ball under the shower head, I stay there silently with the water up hot.
I remember the day I first saw her. Her hair red like saffron, her eyes like marbles, cats eye marbles. She was eight when I joined the church group, I found her sitting outside on The Artist's stone.
Four Months In... I just typed the heading & already tears well about the bottom of my lower lids. Now they spill. Keep trying my best to stay upbeat & positive.
When my car pulled up on his drive, I went round to the back of his house and found the hidden spare key. I unlocked the door and began the search for my boyfriend, Harry. I hope he's ok.
To write about love may be the biggest cliche in the book, but I have in pleasure of being in love. Love is not a term you can throw around. There are different kinds of love.
Chapter 7 He Looked down when I saw him sitting there. As I came he looked up. His face was somehow sad. He sat on a bench in front of the school.
masochist, n. If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much. - The Lover's Dictionary, David Levithan.
"Theodore-Fredrick Turner, the name feels like icing on the tip of ones tongue does it not?" a bubbling giggle escaped her mouth "The wine that man drinks should be forced into the mouths of all the...