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Rippling, emerald grass shimmered with crystal dew. Delicately painted flowers gleamed like jewels in the jade meadows. Dancing, white sapphire water glistened in the searing, saffron sunlight.
Chapter 6 Mum didn't answer for a few minutes. She was quietly and worriedly drinking tea, her hand wobbling and shaking about. Finally she spoke a whisper"Your father. Has gone to grandmas dear.
Dear little sister, I will play with you You can't talk to mommy She's crying in there Let's leave her alone, Daddy's been yelling And hitting things I know you don't understand But that makes...
Chapter Three: I didn't mean to knock the glass over ~Mary's POV~ "I didn't mean to knock the water out of her hand, I didn't honestly.
She spends all day making his life easy Housework done and hours spent making tea.
The day before he arrived life was predictable and safe but now his cowered image now puts a frown upon her face the rabbit-boy with floppy ears covering his eyes his puckered red mouth open in...
Daddy said you shouldn't play with guns. Daddy said people can get hurt, or worse, dead. Daddy said if someone hits you, then hit them back. So when they fired that rocket, I fired one back.
Early December 1850 somewhere near London Just a week or so after their meeting with Mr Finstonesen, Phillipa and Zophar were handed their last payment and asked to leave.
In my town it's no longer safe. The rebels run round trying desperately to kill what is left in my war torn town.
Picking up my tea cup, I drain the last of the liquid and I stand. I begin to look around me. I start to worry - am I all alone. Where can she be.
A father and his small son were standing in front of the tiger's cage at the zoo. Father was explaining how ferocious and song tigers are, and junior was taking it all in with a serious expression.
I wish I had a bed a place to lay my head. Love in abundance, a heart that wasn't redundant. That food was plenty, and I didn't need to beg. My cries could be heard, but mostly they fall on deaf ears.
(read parts 1-2 first) #thelight "No please not Jonathan. Anyone but Jonathan!" Sam pleaded to his mother. "Look Sam, he's the only person who can look after you.
When it was 1943 world war II was still on...
Info :- This isn't a true story, I just thought of it once, I hope you like it. Titanic Survivor's Account I was only 8 when it happened.
A thin sliver of light crept through the gap between the doors of my wardrobe. At some point I must've fallen asleep, despite the commotion last night.
I don't understand what is going on. I'm only four. Everyone was outside running for their lives, screaming "it's coming, it's coming!" What was it. Nobody tells me anything.
Daddy, why's your face all wet and red. Why's there blood under Mummy's nails. The screaming woke Teddy up And made him a-scared and pale. Who wished Death into the house And the other to Jesus' keep.
Mummy doesn't chop the sandwiches the way I like anymore, Not like before. In fact, usually she doesn't make sandwiches, Or listen to my wishes.
In a little town somewhere in a snowy land lived a little boy called will. He was a calm and quiet boy who didn't stand out in any way.
I was sitting in my car seat, next to my best friend. Everything was normal. My mom was buckling me into my seat, and suddenly the street lights glow slowly faded off my face.
Its so cold mommy, she said in mandarin. It's so cold mommy, as the junk began to sink. Go to sleep now little princess, her mother had then said.
A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room.
"Mommy, there's a monster under my bed!," whined Bobby. "Jeez," thought Carol, "he's at it again!" Wearily, she staggered to her feet and mounted the flight of stairs to her son's bedroom.