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She slept too often, and never by choice. The world came to her in fragments, a handful of seconds, a conversation half-heard, a face she recognised only because it had aged since last time.
Once, he had been a legend, the Knight of the Western Vale, keeper of oaths, defender of the weak.
I see foggy shadows. The outlines not whole. Something took the thoughts. It came and it stole. In the world that I write. It's begun to fall apart. I used to stay there all day.
(.. A short story) A guy walked over to me today and thanked me for the other night. He told me I had changed his life. His face looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Make me into me again Repair the damage, make amends Show me who I really am And remind me of your love.
#sundayrepost (Edited) She grabbed the album, feeling the dead weight in her chest as she cradled it. It had been so long since she had added photos let alone looked back.
She woke up with a start. It happened often lately. And just as often, she felt confused and alone. Fear crept under her night gown, rushed along her spine, bathed her in cold sweat.
#acorn. I don't know where to go. On the Lonely road ahead. Perhaps I'll find some happiness. Or I'll just end up dead. I've walked a thousand miles. But what's a thousand more.
"You don't know me. You can't know me..." We had never even met before yesterday. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged. He took a seat on the sofa opposite me. "But I do know you.
This is a note to my future self. I don't have a specific time or place significant enough to dictate an opening ceremony. I don't have the answer to everything yet.
I saw you last night. You were cold and shaking in the light rain.
Erase my mind, Lock away all dreams, Let myself stay blind, nothing is as it seems. My memories are dangerous, My fait already signed, Let my life be painless, Let me leave the hurt behind.
#sundayrepost He stood at the edge of the garden and surveyed the sacred land. His worn out boots were deep in weeds, a worn out hoe in his hand.
Chapter 20 LOUISES POV ' We stood in the kitchen in silence. "So are we like going out now?" "I think so. Do you want to?" "Yes" I replied. Of course I wanted to go out with him.
Chapter 1 It was a cold day here in Florida which is really only 56 degrees. I was on my way to work when I saw this peculiar looking sight.
I awaken slowly, as if there was a nightmare I couldn't get out of my head. There was a problem though. I couldn't tell if that nightmare was real. I slowly come to myself.
"Leah you can't just run off like that." "Don't talk to me..." "Leah..." I looked up at his brown eyes. They were filled with so much care. My eyes flashed to a memory.
Chapter 17 Josh's POV I love her. I LOVE her. She's the most amazing girl I've ever met. And she's pretty and nice and so funny. I just can't stop thinking about her.
Louise's POV Chapter 18 I woke up in a really bright place. The light was blinding me. Oh my god was I dead. My eyes slowly got used to the light and I looked around to see that I was in a...
Chapter 16 It's been almost two weeks and we still haven't found anything that would help his memory. We're starting to think its hopeless...
Hey everyone. Just a little update for you. Today I met for the first time my mrs nan who is Private John Edward Dunn's widowed wife. What an incredible lady!.
It's around 11 o'clock in the morning and I should be at school, but my dad called the school an told them I was sick. I guess he actually does understand me. I bet he always has had my back.
Why wasn't I me. Whoever me was. What happened. I grabbed the back of my head. I stared at the floor. A flash of someone choking a wolf showed in my mind for a second. Why...
A sense of finality fills the air, Nothing to see yet all I can do is stare.