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The sound of the bird's singing could still be heard through the prison cell, and that's what awoke me. The chirps descended into my ears, and for once- a smile grew on my face.
My first story on opuss!. Hope you like it. Prolog Ellie had always liked Harry. That was obvious. And it was killing her to see him so happy with Louise. So I decided to help.
#nightdwellers Eyes so blue. Deeper than any ocean. Easy to drown in. They had been apart for longer than anticipated. Lips so red. More luscious than any fruit. He was breathing, always a good sign.
It's as cold as hell. I'm as scared as a hell. I feel like I am in hell. I smell the salt it smells of hell. The coastal air attacks my gums. The pain is hell.
I sit by the piano playing a song, The minor and major chords gorgeously strum, The notes I crumple to form a melody, The notes a stumble to form an ecstasy.
"This sounds like a case for…" "Bethen and Lana!" the girls giggled "Your not actualy going to try and solve this case are you?" Alana said. "Why not. It can't be that hard.
It felt like I had waited hours for dad to come home. The hardness of the banister didn't help with the long wait either. I then heard the leaves outside crunch from someones footsteps.
Chapter 3 Tugging on the hem of my dress anxiously, I quickly took another scan of the café. He wasn't here.
Chapter 1 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.
Here is how our facebook conversation goes It's only next week Britt!. Ikr R u nervous.
Wish i was born on the house of multi-millionaire, OR wish i had multi million on my bank account, OR wish i had some god gift talents on singing, dancing ,...
Emma fished around in her bag, found the phone and flicked the message screen on - it was Doug.
I have no idea, What to do. My life is mixing up like a stew. I was born in one country, I live in another, I travel to a different one, but the same one every summer.
How is MOONLIGHT DARKNESS going so far. Anything good. Anything bad?.
I kicked the pebble in front of me as I walked along the side of the lonely road. It was around noon, the was sun hot on my back, and I was getting hungry again.
(Year 6) My first class was potions, the only time me and Harry saw each other was meals, free period, and between classes. I was really good at potions. "Perfect Claire" said Slughorn.
Having realised that I no longer knew anyone in the nightclub that i had spent the last three hours in, i decided quickly that it was time to leave.
The bed creeks, I feel so vulnerable on my back looking into your eyes. You get on top of me on your hands and knees, never have I wanted you to come closer in my life.
Part 1. ^-^-^-^ -1945- The war had just finished, it had only been a few months since the end but it felt nice. My name's Janie, not Jane, I'm 14 and from America. "Janie!.
She sighed. He wasn't going to call. He wasn't going to email. Why did she always fall for the wrong man. Or was it the right man at the wrong time.
Finally back. Thanks for all the lovely comments and likes. And here it is... -------------------------------- Twisting the keys, I disappear into the hunger of the night.
Don't read this. This is an urgent warning, people are not supposed to read this book. Countless generations have risked their lives to try to ensure that NOBODY EVER reads this book.
I waited, alone and silent in the clearing.
A lullaby was playing throughout this vision. I could feel I knew it, but not how I did. It was soft and haunting, at odds with the surrounding scene. The sea was choppy, and pitch black.