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Wanna read more. Read Jack's story at @JazzCav . Still with his arm around me - Not that I'm complaining. He can have his arm around me as much as he wants.
#sourkraut Dear Mercedes Bastard What a lovely car that is I got a really, really close butchers at it this morning in my rear view mirror...
It's New Years Day So tradition dictates That resolutions are made For us later to break. Will it be a diet, Or perhaps more exercise. More time with the family Enjoying the highs.
Chapter 3 *Liam* The Baker's let me get settled into my new house for two days. I have to go to school today though. I hate having to start at a new school.
Bursting into the laughter of the classroom, I search for my seat where Jessica and Alice were already sat near; chatting away. "Hi Nat!" Jessica and Alice exclaim at the same time.
Kind of failed doing these, but I assure you when I haven't been posting them I've been reliving them in the places or in my head.
Miranda Wood was channel six's local news reporter. It was her job to go out into town, and report back on all the exciting news going on. Sadly there was hardly ever any actual news.
Chapter 3: Full of Surprises (Part 3) Lily There was no need for a ready, steady, go. Everything felt familiar and comforting.
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...
'Anyone heard if trapdoor hill?' Jamie shouts excitedly. I really don't think anyone know what here on about. No one responds. Why they ripped up my map I don't know.
You don't remember me but..... We used to be such good friends The laughter we shared Why did it ever have to end.
Chapter 6 ~ A month later POPPY'S P.O.V I had been dating Matt for a month now and things were going well. He was 12 like Olivia and hated her like me.
This is a favourite poem from my childhood, written by Edwatd Lear. Enjoy.
Padded room,. Locked door,. Safe from harm,. Yet still. Insecure,. Drugs don't. Work,. Mind races,. She's walked. The room,. A million paces,. Not insane,. Just mixed. Messages,. Tap tap tap,.
For some reason I find it easier to write about darker emotions or funny memories rather than happy ones in poems, so I'm gonna write a small, or at least hopefully small, blog.
#disabilityaware This i believe, your very weakness in life, that mountain you can't climb, can be you BIGGEST strength.
Nothing really fazes me But now I'm feeling crazy With more than enough ways to go Contemplating the ones I don't yet know Waiting for the show to come to an end The t.v.
Our house is lost to us. An empty shell now home to death. Crawling with the dead and the broken remains of our father. I race out the back entrance and never look back.
Oh boy, I know it's been a LONG time since I posted a new chapter of The Bowthswer Hunt, and well, it's back. I worked on it a bit more so I'm posting the whole thing of what I've got.
me and my close mate jake wrote this together, taking it paragraph by paragraph. he started so you should tell which bits were mine and which we're his.
In reply to @DarkStablish the Dark Priestess :) I'm persuading they're degrading, They won't comfort you as I do, a deity but I will always to you be true, Why always fight in the light.
. 1 Every full moon the Mountain of Wishes was welcoming people from all over the world to make their wishes come true. There were rules, of course. One person - one wish.
Yep, double whammy. Remember to read Jack's at @JazzCav . We arrived at the campsite. Although the animals were giving me the creeps with that blank stare. It's like a horror movie or something.
Part 1 Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her auburn hinted hair; the...