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Part 3: Snowy Mountain It was Bogz. He was holding his lucky bow with five arrows inside. The bow was ready to be launched at Jasmine, Ragz, Slither, Sandy and Grizzly.
Part 1 *•*•*•*• "Kiss me." He said "What?" I said shocked. "Kiss me." His warm hands wrapped around my waist. I placed my hands on his cheeks and leaned towards his lips.
im on a quest to live my life im climb a tree that is so high. i run all day i run all night. for i am on a quest to.
The sky was dark, as I stepped out of the abandoned store. Darker than usual. It just had a slight grey hint, and there were no stars. There weren't ever any stars.
Yh Ik this sounds like a kids story but trust me it won't be like that, it will be about a puppy and her ups and downs in life and when I say downs some may be VERY down!. :-) enjoy.
You lay me down. My skin bare. You humiliate me. And shame me. You show me what it was like to be there. There in the beginning. When you were shamed. Burnt and scarred. When you were laid down.
#beginningline #nightdwellers As the snow melted, I wept in awe, The ice prince I'd created, Was a pile of water on the floor, A journey I started, Not so long ago, I built my ice prince with bare...
Send him home, To his loving caring family. He shouldn't be here watching death, All alone he stands scared to death, As the puddle of his own blood pools around him.
My name is Ellija and I was 2 months when I died. In the middle of the African savannah in the heart of summer in the highest point of the drought. I was born.
Life's ah game. No life's insane. Misery to blame. Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'm to blame. Or maybe I'm insane. I hope I'm careful. And after every thank you. I hope I say your welcome.
Journey day 3 Dear Diary, Me,Tilly, and Josh made it into the cave. Of course, this journey can't be cheery and happy. It's full of drama that drains you.
Two jobless spongers Ignorant to the life they lead Ones shooting up crack The other shotting speed What else do they need.
Dang it.
The moon brings the memories. The memories bring the pain. The sun brings me salvation. And reminds me that I'm sane. The nights bring on the terror. Which resides within the dark.
I still remember the day it all happened. The day the disease was finally spreading around the entire world. Scientists were already crazy with the disease. I don't know how...
When we reached the fence I jumped out and ran over to the lock. My hands were shaking as I tried to insert the keys into the lock but finally I got it off.
If Peeta were to have an interest in writing poetry, it would probably go something like this. Spoiler alert if you haven't read the Hunger Games yet!. You've been warned.
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
A print in the snow. The hunters first clue. The hunters first clue,. To hunting down you. A print in the snow. Quite big and quite fresh. The hunters first clue. That led into the this mess.
Day 3 I cant believe its been 3 days since what happened to the light.
#beginingline #nightdwellers Unaware of what lurked in the darkness Avery set out with her husband's shotgun. She had never been on a hunt before, it was strictly forbidden.
Day one The day starts with this bell it sounds like an animal scratching a checkerboard over and over the bell Doesn't stop till everyone is up and And dressed in exactly two minutes When that's...
Trapped inside a cave of despair, No light, no hope, no anywhere. It's been building up for far too long I'm not innocent but I'm not so wrong.
Part 5 Drake looked as mad as the people he was killing, a one man army with nothing but an old rusty pipe that he called Lucy Lou for company.