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The jolly pair trotted ahead, bumping elbows, completely engrossed in each other. He said something and she threw her head back laughing a brilliant clear laugh, white neck exposed to the night.
.2. Dora had hated the fact that the bus stopped right outside of her house. The long winding gravel drive wasn't really long enough.
A normal job would be nice,' Neyl thought to himself as he rifled through the chest of drawers. Idly, he wondered if it could be called a job at all. He came to the decision that it could.
I see you've come to save me, And fix my broken ways, So go on and make you plea, Then be on your way.
With words now lost, And memories, all that remain. Count the cost, Reveal the hidden stain. Where can you turn for answers, When you can't decide the question.
In backstreet burnt out London there's a racket going on But there's a network of protectors you can place your faith upon See the shady fella, with his face obscured by smoke We all know his name,...
Double sided. Lying slut. Has a boyfriend. And likes another somewhat. She talks all night. On the phone. While she texts the other. A smile they'll condone. The one she's with. Is second to none.
Don't blame me, I didn't leave the bag out in the rain, so it wasn't me who got yur paper and phone stained.
He supposed his jitters were enough to Exclude his participation in his Trial. But although he did all that he could do To avoid it, it couldn't be helped: this Was a doomed endeavour from the outset.
The building crumbles beneath them, Distorted screams arise, evil sent to the abyss, The devil's treasured prize.
Leave alone the cocaine son, always stick with the speed. And if you feel like getting drunk, then boy go smoke some weed. Masturbate and fornicate, but keep your tackle clean.
There was once an odd man who lived on a hill, Dispassionately watching this world full of ill, His zeal, surreal and so much did he feel, Casually tossing yet another bill.
The wind seemed remarkably still that evening. All he could hear was the whistle of nightbirds, and the occasional blare of a horn in the distance. Few people were still out at this time of evening.
#emotion Avenge me, won't you Now I'm gone Keep alight What brightly shone You came to steal And take from me You never worked You expect it for free You've extinguished All my lights And now you...
I slink through the streets, clinging to the shadows. The night time has settled upon the village, the luminous moon casting an eerie glow over everything. All is in silence.
*16+ etc, etc. The city is thriving today, bright and curious eyes, lovers holding hands, sharing jokes, melodic laughter... Today, their voices work to depress me even more than usual.
"Welcome to Signia, Tpek." Ryder's hoarse voice sounded in the room of the abandoned house that he, Tpek and Arys were currently occupying.
@sjw #household "They're fabulous, darling, a work of art, I can see that they came straight from your heart.
Who's to say who's royal And who's as common as muck. Who's to say who's loyal And who's a clingy, needy mutt. One says that he's a thief, Another a philanthropic Robin Hood.
2/2 She stands up from her desk and walks towards the kitchen area in the office to make her fourth cup of tea that day.
Brandy leaned up against the wall, one foot raised, the sole of his shoe pressed against the brick.
Sometimes I don't want the 'good guy', Sometimes he's too nice. Sometimes I want to test the waters, 'Bad' might add some spice.
Running. Running as fast as they could. Shooting. Bang bang. Lydia had never killed anyone in her life. She'd been brought up properly, going to church on Sundays and saying please and thank you.
Surely everyone knows that sometimes you need to act on an urge that's been frustrating you for so long. Something that has been constantly on your mind that you know is wrong.