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Katie's POV I should have gone at midnight so I'm going for a run at midnight to run away from this mad mansion. I pretended to be a sleep and I ran out of my window and made a run for it.
*Blog post = bad language. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. (Robert Frost) Something strange happens in London when it snows, things appear a little different.
Chapter 1: Meeting My Brother ~Rebecca's POV~ I woke up and turned my alarm clock off and rolled over onto the floor. Ouch. "DAMN NY RIBS!" I cried out in pain as I grunted and stood up.
Chapter 4: 3 hours later I arrived at Micky’s flat.
'Send him in.' The words that filtered through to the small office were cold, not helped by the dated intercom system which conveyed them.
Chapter 4: TOM'S POV When I saw my teammates the next day, I realized they were all holding back smiles.
We are the northern line, Separated at Kennington, Will we merge again in the morning(ton crescent). Our lives drifted apart and Now there is an elephant (and castle) in the room.
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I'm in Greenwich Park, up a tree. ie; London, see. It's really dark, it's really cold, and you won't ever find me. I've got booze, I've got drugs (skunk and speed), and an iPhone strapped on me...
Are you sure this is working. I mutter as Ava puffs her way through the final chorus of yellow submarine. She finishes with a flourish and a smile. Trouble is I don't.
It all felt natural today, There was nothing fake about it, Everything seemed just as real As the trees that surrounded us And the buildings that lay before us.
As I said, it was in the morning. Darnell Helio just woke up, and was very angry. Actually, he was always angry.
Dear Richmond-upon-Thames, I miss the weekend trips to who cares where as long as the country-side rolls by. Lake District will forever be a sweet memory and I hope I'll visit it again one day.
Your done pulling pints and serving spirits Standing behind the oak stained bar You've seen it all before, bought the t-shirt Now you've come so far Your hair is a deep warm red, with a mahogany...
Tower Bridge is closing And all of Bermondsey is asleep Streetlight walks the waters Rising fast and dark and deep Well is your work of art so heavy That it will not let you live.
Chapter 13: I sat staring at my phone for fifteen minutes, deliberating if I should send the text or not.
#augustwriteaday 'The Breathe Easy Club', they called it.
I have to get out of here, away from all the crowds of people. I need to escape to a safe place, for not only my safety, but for everybody around me as well.
Just got back from londons Hyde park Could have stayed till well after dark.
The runners get ready. The cyclists get ready. Getting comments from family,. 'go steady!'. The crowd cheers loud. Lively and proud. Its gets so crowded. You can hear it from the ground.
In half an hour, the opening ceremony of the London Olympics 2012 begins. I must admit I am rather excited.
After all the preparations, It's finally upon us, London's greatest moment yet, No time left to discuss.
A poem for anyone who's wondered what I do on an average day, or who's wondered what fashion interns do. Mild language, but nothing you didn't hear on the first Harry Potter film.
"Jason!" that was it. The last word from your sweet mouth. I open my eyes and recall that dreadful day, the day that bastard took you from my life. Ronald Dowsey, local drunk.