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Hello again, and today is Wednesday, March 13, 2013. My parents are going to court again. As always, my mom is accusing my dad, who hasn't accused her yet, which I know he will.
Chapter 8 the final chapter Grandma put the necklace on me, but it was no use. She loved me to bits. "Don't worry Felicity I will protect you forever. Stone or flesh." She sobbed.
Ella... She was accused of murder. This was in 1976. Ella was only twenty four and her life changed. She had finally graduated from collage and was now a free woman.
Ten. The tables, they are turning, Click. The bomb is set, All of these decisions, You will make, will you regret. Nine.
Chapter 42: (Part 1/2) "Mr Daniels, I'm sorry, but there's nothing else I can do for you." His temper was increasing more than I had ever seen before, and I knew he wasn't going to settle for...
There was once a little girl, like me,. And she didn't really care,. When her parents told her what to do,. She threw her hands up in despair,. And wobbled and tittered up the stairs,.
Warning. Anti religious content which may offend some. Dear president David Cameron (Is it president or prime minister.
"NO. Let.Me.GO!" "Miss, please remain calm. This is merely a routine questioning. Please, we need your co-operation!" "Get off me!" They handcuff me and throw me into the back of a police car.
#twisted When the phone rang, James Black was reading a newspaper and eating his breakfast. He reached across the table, picked up the phone and spoke: 'Hello?' 'Hello, is this James Black.
Resharing as part of #acorns I wrote the following poem a number of years ago (aged 14!) in response to a series of dramatic monologues known collectively as 'Stobhill' by Edwin Morgan.
Yay. I'm actually getting consistent with this!. Connie sighed and rubbed her face. "Fine. I was going to leave town." "And why was that?" her client asked, obviously enjoying it.
The next morning, I woke up to a constant ringing sound. Rubbing my eyes, I nervously traipsed to the window and opened it, spying on the outside world.
It was at times difficult in dove gate. After beating up my sell mate, who was a head, I had his mates on my case. Sly vindictive fuckers, when I came back from my punishment, my cell had been robbed.
I sat in the court room, this time for real. My mom dropped off a skirt and blouse for me to make me look more presentable. The officers allowed it since I was only a kid.
I'm two months pregnant now. I look round at the maternity pants in the shop window. Just looking. What sorts of woman would buy these.
My lawyer advised me to settle. 'Why did you need to set off the fire extinguisher?' he asked, genuinely curious. 'If you need to ask that question, you wouldn't understand the answer', I explained.