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Sunday. Hi anyone still reading. Which, judging from the lovely responses last week, actually seems to be more than myself. So, yesterday I saw The Hobbit. Everyone should see it.
A/N: For all you people who want another Tom Daley story.
14 years later. Viridi walked out of her front door. She looked around, blinking her bright eyes as the natural light hit the back of her retina. Green, everywhere.
Inspiration. A graceful, impetuous word. Grants and feeds us lyrics for constructions of art, expressions of the human soul. But as to where it comes from. Everywhere-everything.
The wind brushed Bling's hair like a milion hairbrushes. She and Jason were speeding up the way to the look out mountain. It was a warm summer night, ocasional breeze was drifting.
It's January, and a new year has begun. Some might fear it, but I look forward to the things I think and hope I will achieve, as I always do.
- First Impressions Stood looking like royalty they all waved, the youngest girl came running down the stairs and right into Sven's arms, hugging every brother one by one she then came to me.
I open my front door and then gasped, Gazing into the house with total astonishment was a giant. I stared up with him "err ...
Moving into terror The ride was long and to make it worse my little sister Kayla (who is eighteen months old) cried the whole time. And my brother talked to me which wasn't so bad. Jake is ten.
They teased me Cut me in line everyday Whispered behind my back When they knew I would hear My backpack isn't on it's hook My sweaters on the top of the bookshelf Claim you didn't do it Let the...
Talking to you sometimes Is like a complete dream Funny and unrealistic But breaking excitedly at the seam But recently we've been talking More serious than before About what we want to do When we...
Gold search : the journey to wealthy ness Theo went through what no teenager has ever been through. He witnessed murders , blood bathes and worse.
(This is a story a friend and I started a long time ago as elementary students that we never finished. Here's the first chapter we wrote. I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 11: Elena was downstairs watching television in her robe as her parents were getting ready. Tonight was the night that the gang’s parents go out and the day they go out to Club V.
Chapter one: Kiss I wake up to the near agonizing sound of someone screaming. My heart races with naked fury as one of the other kids in my foster home that shelters me has another panic attack.
Punch a few noses Silly Smee And the bully boys will let you be.
Chapter Five Sorry I haven't done it in a while.
Rebecca barely rembered the night when her parents died. She remembered the scream, loud and terrible. She remembered when the boat sank, slowly taking every passenger down into the depths of the sea.
She was dressed in a nightgown, sheer white cotton with pink and gold patterns woven into it. It was hot when she wore it to bed, but the castle was often cold.
Blast it. I've been caught. This binge drinking girl, Has been out witted at last. There's a bottle of advoca In our house. No one drinks it really bar me. I only do this when stressed or frazzled.
Chapter 3 Well now I am like 2 months into pregnancy. Last night, being new year, every one had a drink.
Chapter One It was almost midnight. Soph was walking home along the deserted east London street.
I am from Alaska. And back. A red pony tail. And only one earring. I am from Miami. And cowgirls. Don't-mess-with-Texas. And diamond studs. I am from Kristen. And the painting on my wall. From my art.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it 'Chops' because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a...