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Hey guys, Here the next chapter. This is my favourite chapter. Hope you like it. Chapter 10: Doomed. We got there within an hour.
It was officially Monday, meaning I had to go back to school. Ugh. I was heading down the stairs to the kitchen and told my Mom that I wasn't hungry.
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...
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.
[Warning: a bit of swearing and drunkenness!] I couldn't quite believe what we were doing; what he had gotten us both into. You see, 'socially awkward' is my middle name.
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.
'Send him in.' The words that filtered through to the small office were cold, not helped by the dated intercom system which conveyed them.
Mirror mirror on the wall Who will win and who will fall. What if the tale was to change Into something bleak and strange.
I arranged with Olivia to meet her at the shopping center so that we could buy our outfits for the end of year party.
#disabilityaware Being a parent comes with it's highs and lows and it's fair share of happiness, sadness and sheer frustration. Today is a day of sheer frustration.
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.
#household It was body armour. With the word 'POLICE' emblazoned squarely across her chest. Everything started to go in slow motion as I tried to take it all in.
Hey, This chapter is a little shorter than usual but I knew you guys wanted it. Enjoy and repost Chapter 10 “You guys look awful, no offense” Said one of the angels, his name was Jonathan.
Being British is about driving a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then traveling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch...
Hey, Here's chapter 8. I will make it more exciting in the next chapter. Promise. Thanks. Like and repost. CHAPTER 8: out. Sunday morning was quiet. I lay asleep in bed while Patch went to the shops.
Hey guys, I'm sorry this chapter is so small, but please enjoy it. Chapter 3 I saw him again that night. My wolf. His sparkling eyes watched me as I pulled back the curtains.
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.
I watch her, standing by the sea, staring at the water. Her dress is in tatters, the white silk ruined with stains and tears.
Hey, I decided to post it now: hope you like it. And this is my 100th opuss so I thought I'd tell you what he is. So... What is he. Lets find out, shall we?.... CHAPTER 4: Patch's house.
We sat under the big tree in the middle of the racecourse, both drunk and eagerly sucking on the cigarettes I had just purchased from a rather disapproving garage attendant.
We sat down for dinner, which would have been incredibly tense if it wasn't for Keith, he was constantly cracking jokes and asking Adam and I questions. Eileen, however sat in stony silence.
I know A thesaurus of words A dictionary of meanings But not a single one can Express this That I am feeling.
For a 500 word competition for Chris Evans :) I was running, I couldn't stop. He was after me, they were after me. If I stopped, even for a split second, they'd catch me.