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It was one or two simple acts of kindness that drew us together as friends. I suppose that is how a lot of these situations start.
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It was one or two simple acts of kindness that drew us together as friends. I suppose that is how a lot of these situations start.
His mother never loved him She only wanted girls So aged two, under the stairs He was thrown, he was hurled As young as he was He knew the love was gone For his mother was cold Heartless for so very...
"Just stay," he said, running his fingers slowly up and down my forearm, his eyes fixed on the swirling black and white pattern of his duvet cover.
A week before the winter solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and a hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa and surveyed the festive scene before her.
Hey, Sorry its a little short but I hope you enjoy. Chapter 2 I woke up on the ground with the boy standing over me; his face no longer was covered in blood.
PART TWO. _/*\_/*\_/*\_/* Once upon a time........no. All stories start with that and they all end with HAPPILY EVER AFTER, not this one.
"You've got a fractured eye socket and you're going to need a few stitches to help that head wound heal," the doctor said, pointing to one of Marshall's X-rays, "and you probably have one hell of a...
I'm still here I guess... Hanging round uncertain in this place. I'm tired of hiding myself as if I am in some kind of disgrace. Recently I can't make a move or post anything without fear.
When I was fourteen, my younger sister died. I think the reason it fucked us all up so much was that no one knew there was anything wrong with her.
So it was over my breakfast this morning I read all of the drama that has been unfolding during the night. Firstly I think it only right to apologise.
Hey guys, Here it is. Chapter 6. I hope you like this one.... I do. Please repost and tell me your thoughts by leaving me a quick comment. Thanks....
Now I am forty years young, I suppose I'm on the threshold of 'maturity'. Reading the lovely minxyMolly's 'Date 1', reminded me of too many awful dates with awful guys.
Here goes my official 1st Opussian Blog...I'm going in. Don't you just hate those people who seem so organised all the time.
I'm awfully sorry, To break it to you, But there's another fairy tale, that's not quite true... It's not just Snow, who's corrupted her story, But that 'big bad wolf' Isn't so gory...
#100things What do I like, or like to do. Hmmm... 1. Write. I've always enjoyed writing, but it kinda got left for the longest time.
I didn't sleep. Emma did, though, and I divided my time between watching over her and looking though the dirty window to the street below, waiting for the goons to show again.
Hey guys, Here it is chapter 9. Just to let you know... You might think this is the end.... IT ISN'T. Enjoy and repost Chapter 9 I was so tired. We had been walking for hours, maybe even days.
Hey guys, this is my favourite chapter by far.... That must just be because I'm weird. Ok but it's awesome. Enjoy and repost. Chapter 7 9:36pm.
Mum had her hair scraped back in a high pony tail, and had her apron tied around her waist and had a smudge of flour on her cheek.
#halloweenparty As you all know, the festive season is almost here. And by that, I mean Hallowe'en.
My name's Alonzo, which is quite unfortunate.
At eleven o'clock, The silence will begin; It is only one minute, To remember what's been. Stop and listen; Put down your phones; Listen to the silence; The peaceful unknown.
Hey guys, Chapter 8 is here. Enjoy and repost. Oh and I hope you had a happy Halloween. Chapter 8 I woke on a hard, concrete floor. It was hot, way too hot, and the room was lit by red lights.
As I lay here quietly breathing, The quiet night outside perceiving, My eyes upon the ceiling wide in fear; The house below is still, With no sound to break the chill, Save the blood within my heart...