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#emotion (terror) So I get another call from County Police. Seems that their worst fears are confirmed. THEIR worst fears. It's my life on the line here.
Time. 16:45. I saw him for the first time. It was December. Ice cold. And there he lay outside the GAP store, under the display window. On Regents Street. He was curled up under a dirty white fur...
These dark winter nights seem to have crept up on me. I remember how it used to be, when it would rain for hours on end...or when the humid heat would have me tearing at my sheets.
"Hello housewife. How's it all going?" Kim said as she bounded up to Tiffany with the rest of her gang in pursuit.
-TIFFANY- "How could she do this to you. She's so manipulative, I just can't believe it. I bet she set this all up. I'm so angry!" Kim said, pacing and stomping around the room.
We were sitting in the common room by the fire, The Marauders' usual spot, to wait for them. 'I still think this is way too badass for your style Lily.' 'But it's fun Lissy. That's the point.
"Let me introduce my girlfriend, Tiffany" I said to Hannah, putting my arm round Tiffany's waist. She flinched and pulled away slightly, but I understood why.
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Hi, It's Alexandra. This is a new type of blog that has taken me AGES to write. This blog is a LONG list of books that I would like to read or have read already.
To see the world from your eyes part II : Dear crappy computer Dear crappy computer, Today was officially the worst day ever in the history of worst days.
Chapter 27: 5:30 am. Why can't I sleep. I asked myself crawling out of bed in the dark. I sat at my coffee table for a while, clicking my nails on the wooden desk.
She picks her way through the rocks behind the dune, A frail, lonely wisp of a person Nothing more, I think, than a shell, As she reaches each hand forward To steady A frame that sways like a dying...
Hey guys this one is short because the next is gonna be REALLY special. It will be from Drew's POV. Warning: This is pretty heartbreaking </3 "Alright, you need some sleep.
(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.
"Maya!" I said as I went to catch her limp body, I wasn't fast enough. Luckily he caught Maya. "Thank you." I said taking her off of him. "What's your name?" He asked me.
So this one is a bit of a filler, but the next one I promise will be so amazing.
(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.
Chapter 2 I was awoken by a sound in my room. I sat up quickly gazing round my room. My eyes adjusted and I saw a dark silhouette was staring in the corner of the room.
The same dream every night. I sighed as I ran my hands through my curly red hair. It won't stop. Ever since that night, 2 years ago. Thinking about it made a shiver go down my spine.
I'm walking down to the coffee shop. Our coffee shop. He'd always get me a large and himself a medium. He would let me sit while he got our drinks. He was my first love.
Firstly, I did not write this and I don't know who wrote it but I thought I'd share it because of two reasons ... 1. It makes me cry ... And 2. It inspired me to write "I'm Here" (well sort of) ...
Today I have written 500 posts I'm having a celebratory toast I'll share my bottles of Champagne Wear my lipgloss because I'm vain Put on my heels and new dress Pin up my hair, into a sexy mess Then...
It was ten years since I had been banished from Heaven, Lucifer had treated me kindly, he was happy that Angels were becoming more like him.
Adam sat staring at the phone, I sensed he needed to be alone, so i crept silently into the bathroom. I stood quietly waiting for the sound of him moving.