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When the clocks stopped, even for a second, she could feel it in her teeth. The world stuttered imperceptibly to others, but to her it was a scream.
Got my first driving lesson on Sunday. So excited. Waited all my short life so far to drive so envious of those with their faithful, albeit sometimes temperamental, four wheeled companions.
The man and staff walked, over hill and mountain, talked To me of a time long ago when he was a boy, growing up With just a father and a void of affection, a reflection Of his fathers past childhood...
I sit in the pew. Of a church that. I'm truly uncomfortable in. My first friendships started here. My once relationship with God began in this chapel. I can hear the whispers. I can see the looks.
White book sits there My initials engraved in gold It looks brand new But is 18 years old A little bible on my bookcase I'm not religious but I keep it It was a tradition of my nan's So I'll keep it...
I woke up, my hair a mess. I opened my eyes a little more, at first it looked like a big blue bubble. I slipped on my glasses and looked at the shape with wide eyes.
The child still dwells within me, Rarely appearing for anyone to see. He reminds me of my dreams, The future left behind, or so it often seems.
As a boy I grew with love and joy, A mum was all I had. In a cosy flat filled with laughs and chat, A mum but never a dad. She was always there nurturing with care, Luckiest boy in the land.
Coming to America was nothing how I ever imagined. The most spectacular sight was see the harbor as the boat pulling up. All you could see was industry.
Godric's Hollow, Hear my heartbeat. I can't follow- Can't see my own feet. It's not perfect, But it's mine. It's not worth it, Worth my time. I can't stand you, Just go away.
#colourchallenge Rows upon rows, of exotic spice; She picks them once, she picks them thrice. For forty years, she has bent down low; Plucked delicate petals, from the crocus below.
A SOLDIERS POEM:: If I die in war zone, Box me up and send me home. Put my medals on my chest, Tell my mum I did my best.
The Final Chapter: Chapter 43: Ruby shut the old leather book slowly after reading the final page to me, clasping it tightly within her arms.
I guess you could say im talented, maybe even exceptional. Well, thats what the Hartley academy for exceptional young minds thought, anyway.
"Meet Dr. Julian Jasper" One Year Later... Slowly the door opened with a faint click... "Tressa?" Daniel whispered paranoid.
#halloweenparty #graveyard. •NOTICE: I'll not be writing a poem in a few. "One day, you'll get a grave," said Olde' Grandma "Soon, I will too, With my friend, Mrs. Balshaw.
Chapter 27: 5:30 am. Why can't I sleep. I asked myself crawling out of bed in the dark. I sat at my coffee table for a while, clicking my nails on the wooden desk.
#description #creatures Chapter 2 - Creatures It was now the weekend that Sara wasn't looking forward too Tomorrow is the 3rd Saturday of the month in June Tonight was the eve of the will and...
#description #wood Chapter 1 - Wood The date had been set for the 3rd Saturday of the following month. The letter said other members would be there and she was sure some would get the hump.
Forgach was a descendant of Count Forgach, of north- eastern Hungary. His family had a history of telepaths and clairvoyants.
If you can see the failing In pushing till you bleed Endeavour beyond common sense You should have been his seed Planted in a garden He tended twenty years Effort in and progress out You'll get just...
I soon found myself shoving on my old leather jacket on the hunch that my grandad had told me.
Chapter 4: Cindy brought me back into the warmth and scuffled off to the kitchen. I didn't want to leave her alone so followed along behind to help.
I woke up to the sound of music, But not that of which I'd like to hear, Church bells. Chiming a sad tune for poor Grandpa Tim's funeral.