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Emily was a beautiful soul, Holding her head, she was So lost though, a myriad of Pains and woes, confidences Crushing waves as she rides The rapids of her life, asking Why's and What's and...
I'm off to South Bank, London To paint with light A photography course Hope it ain't s**te Even if it is I'm gonna have fun I'm there with my bothers wife And she's no nun I don't mind if its...
Part 1. ^-^-^-^ -1945- The war had just finished, it had only been a few months since the end but it felt nice. My name's Janie, not Jane, I'm 14 and from America. "Janie!.
Although the success of the first part was short or maybe even non- existent I decide to add the second part. Hopefully this will give you a bit more of a flavour of the actual story. Enjoy.
- @blackknight - @hannahXOX - - - - Zach hid under his duvet, he'd been there for several days, not wanting to move, not wanting to think.
NB: Trying out a new theme here, let me know what you think of this a basis for a longer story ;) It's a relief to be home, now.
Haunted by the man before him, he stood bolt upright slowly breathing heavily, but with the invisible control he had primed over numerous cases.
I woke from my dreams and wasn't feeling quite right. So I took a ride in my car late at night. I drove into the city to see the neon bright lights.
I'd forgotten all about this story, but I love the plot line and I know you all will too.
Just a filler but really long :) Xxx I ate breakfast with Joe early. I had already had a shower and got dressed. I wanted to get to go shopping for a wedding dress.
*knock knock* I opened the door " Labrinth come in" I said calmly "how are you?"I asked "YEAH. I PREDICT A EARTHQUAKE UP IN HERE!" he shouted as calm as ever "oh umm....
“Right this way Sir.” Said John as he lead the latest client into the most bizarre habitat he would ever likely encounter. The flat was, different to many others.
The screams filled the air for but a brief second, and then she was gone...
I woke up and looked over at the clock, 5:75. No one would be up. I stayed in bed looking up at the nightlight that hung just above me. I reached up and turned it off.
I woke to the sound of horse shoes clicking along the London cobbles, the background music of my life.
Amidst the streets of London, Lies a predator on the hunt, A shadow of the night, One to never ever confront.
Day one. Today was probably the worst day of my life. I was shopping in London with my amazing friends Maisie and Ellie when we spotted this girl from our school.
Late night London town. Raining all around. Friends had left him there. He didn't care. For seated in the dark. The girl with the spark. They'd been staring. Pulses now raring. A dance upon the floor.
I turn my head to him without taking it away from the wall, “I don’t know Cal, I’m just tired, it drains me working in there.
Today was the day. Today was the day Malcolm had spent 10 years preparing for. 10 years of scrounging up the required funds to pay for the journey of a lifetime: A return trip to Jupiter.
After that mrs. Watson opened the door and told you to go upstairs. Then you opened the door of this room and then I told you how you got here.
This is a little story I made. It all started last night. I heard bangs of a drum. And a heartbeat. Almost in unison. But the heartbeat slightly slower.
Like Marvin said, "What's Going On" I just can't cope I'm not that strong I heard the news today A man's spitting hate down London way A is for Anarchy V for Vendetta When will things ever get...
Rain. Mercilessly pounding the back of his neck, soaking him. It was cold. Only a few minutes ago it had been a normal, clear day in London, then suddenly out of nowhere the heavens seemed to open.