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#acrostic challenge. [I] have never seen so much violence. [S]o much small town intolerance. [L]iving here, wide boys trapped in un. [E]mployment, 15yr old girls pregnant. [O]ur school days spent.
Chapter 1 I closed my eyes. Feeling the fresh, cold wind on my face. I stood there waiting, waiting till the right moment. "You get away from that cliff Jay!"' Mum said waving her arms.
There was once a young peasant man who fished every day from high noon to dusk by an old rusty lighthouse.
No one, it seems, is around to talk. So instead I will leave my apartment, walk Along the sea front in the bracing wind Ignoring the hollowness, the lonely twinge.
Cold, white marble slabs underneath where I was sitting. Chilled the surface of my skin and seeped into my veins. The sea breeze carried harsh salt that matted my hair and stuck to my face.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I froze to the spot, still staring at the five bloody hand prints. What was happening. Was this all a dream. A nightmare.
It's 4 o'clock...I walk down past the fishmonger's and the bakery, past the square and the hall of justice.
The day I finally walked out and closed the faded red front door behind me with a click, I knew I would never see our home again.
The mist rolled in from the sea. Nowhere else I would rather be. My love cuddled up to me tight. Everything just feels right. Waited for so many years. For you to dry my tears.
I walk the dog late at night, around the streets until we stand on the prom looking out to sea. You can see for miles, the water black and still. Emptiness where the town ends and the sea begins.
She wants to lie by the ocean, She wants to lie by the sea, She wants to lie on the sand dunes, I know this because she told me.
Chapter 57 It was 12 and it seemed like lunch time here. We sat in the cab and every cafe in the city was full. What a beautiful place. The old buildings and the ocean. I couldn't wait to see it all.
Caroline held fast to the railings and looked out to sea. The ocean was a roar of emotion today, anger and jealously; it pounded at the headland and smashed itself to white foaming vapour.
We made our way over to the bay; and as we walked along the paved area of walkway, we discussed what had happened with Tiffany. "Don't you think you're overreacting a bit?" he said, once I'd finished.
Three days. Three days of bloodshed. Tpek clenched his fist on his knuckle dusters, uncomfortable in his palm. Groups of fighters travelled different routes towards the "Final".
Her hair flows with the soft wind. I call her name out but she doesn't turn back. I hear the waves roaring louder and louder as she takes every step. The waves seem hungry, hungry for warm human...
She comes down, still as a mouse what else but riddles are hid in this house. Her dress like an aura, clung to her legs in quick, wet, chilled, morning dew dregs on the grass.
My legs felt weak at the knees. It was probably lucky I was sitting down, or I would’ve fallen to the floor. Anger erupted inside me. It bubbled and fizzed, boiled and simmered.
Days reeded in darkness, shady arms climbing up the Walls, as the dusty may sand of ice-cream White gives way to grayscale pebbles, red brick and smooth as a tombstone, Dotted with toothy little...
"Do you, Sapphire Devereux Horizon, take this man, Jeremy Samuel Franklin, to be your lawful wedded husband?" I look round at our small party.