Final Chance, Pt.4
A tear streamed down his pale face. His mud brown eyes were aimed at me in disbelief . His round chapped lips opened and closed over and over again, but no words ever came out.
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A tear streamed down his pale face. His mud brown eyes were aimed at me in disbelief . His round chapped lips opened and closed over and over again, but no words ever came out.
This never ending cycle of being awake for a minute, then being asleep for hours was really starting to annoy me. It continued for a week. Then gradually I managed to sit up, stand even.
The sight was gruesome. I was completely consumed in shock. I couldn't believe it. The accident did this to me. I'm scarred for life. "I can't believe, I mean why did this." "I know.
I lay in the sand, eyes shut. The sun beamed bursts of colour everywhere as little droplets of rain fell on to the sand and my face. Luckily this made my tears camouflaged.
Chapter one: Cell 16. My name is D5-Z. I am a prisoner in this cell, in this country, on this planet. The country?.. A place called America. The planet?.. Earth.
~ Trying to Read A Closed Book ~ She awoke suddenly at the bottom of a cliff with the sea lapping over her aching limbs.
“One thousand ways to say good-bye. One thousands ways to cry. One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside. I say good-bye good-bye good-bye. I shout it out so loud.
1. He asked no more, they listened to the rustling sounds of moving fabric and tapping rain, the air was thick with moisture.
“One thousand ways to say good-bye. One thousands ways to cry. One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside. I say good-bye good-bye good-bye. I shout it out so loud.
“One thousand ways to say good-bye. One thousands ways to cry. One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside. I say good-bye good-bye good-bye. I shout it out so loud.
An elderly man was walking in the park with his wife one day when he spotted a good friend of his. The three walked off and sat down at a nearby bench.
Frederic Arnold awoke with the most startling headache. His eyelids felt heavy but he fought to stay awake. He sat up in his bed and surveyed his surroundings.
A good friend of mine is rather forgetful. One summer she mentioned to her husband that she would need a lift into town to pay a cheque into the building society.