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Hi. This one's pretty event-less, but you know... x *Justin's POV* "So Mom, not to be rude or anything, but... Why are you here?". I was being rude.
The door was grand; there was no doubt about that. It was made of polished oak, with intricate patterns carved into it's smooth surface.
sometimes life, can just get you down. and push your fuckin' face into the cold dark ground. but what separates us from the others is one thing. having love and respect, now that's a strong thing.
Delilah P.O.V. I had lost all sense of time, it could've been five minutes I've been sat here, ten, twenty or just two.
@household The rain fell silently. He could hear the pattering as it hit the ground, the roof on top of him, the cars on the street.
She lies there, eyes closed, thin blue veins decorating her translucent skin, her hair splayed out behind her in a ocean of darkness. I hold back a scream as I realise what she's wearing.
Its never good to lead a life of crime. I guess you may as well consider me a repeated assult felon then. Haha, wait, thats what I already am. Do you know what I am. Im a hitgirl.
Something I wrote to my ex long ago on her birthday. Today Is Your Birthday… very special day for me you!. Here I go..
"hello sir, drivers licence please," the police man said, as Freddie got out his wallet and found his licence, I pretended to be asleep.
The rain outside poured down the window, splattering the glass with tiny water droplets. Although it was day, the coal grey clouds, covering the sky, made it seem dark and eery.
Well I think most of you know my name is Sienna, unlike a few of you I love my name I'm named after a place in Italy where I was conceived.
Not so 'beauty', Not so 'beast', Nothing for your eyes to feast. No grand mirror, To feed you praise, To taunt you with its wicked ways. No stepmother, Evil witch, To tear you apart by seam and...
Her house was only a few streets down. It was actually one of the least busy streets I had seen so far and the house looked almost like my old house. Two floors, long and red.
A tear tricked down my cheek as I watched my big sister being drove away with my mum in the ambulance.
To feel you in my arms To do you no harm To have just one more chance To share just one last dance Our song plays out on the radio And all I really want too know Is why did you have to go I watched...
As Rob lay stabbed, all he could think about was Kezza. About how much she meant to him, and about her beauty.
Let me tell you a story about a suit...
Part 4 - Winter "I've just had enough, I hate it..." His voice said softly behind his tears. It was all I could do to hold him, gently yet firmly against my chest.
---Elisabeth's P.O.V--- I had magic powers. I could move things with my mind. This was crazy. I am currently sitting at my desk in 8th period.
Nick and I raced to the swings. "I'm going to win!" I yelled. "No you're not!" Nick yelled back as he picked up his pace by a lot. "Crap." I muttered. He was totally going to win.
Fingerprints on a window pane. That's what I am. Washed away by the acid rain. That's where I am, it's where I am. Fading ink in an envelope. That's what I am. A familiar smell from a bar of soap.
FRIDAY: As Rob arrived at school, he felt guilty. He was as white as ice and snow, and felt strange.
~I wrote this when I was 15 - We were focusing on descriptive language, so I came up with this. I couldn't use semicolons correctly for the life of me...
Chapter 2 (part 5) I woke up the next morning and felt like I had been hit by a bus. My joints were sore and achy and it felt like I had the flu.