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1. I run down the sidewalk as fast as I can. I only have a few minutes before they realize I'm gone.
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1. I run down the sidewalk as fast as I can. I only have a few minutes before they realize I'm gone.
The bed seemed so empty. With beds a plenty surrounding her. The girl just wanted for a woman and a man to come and take her away to a real home. Here she lay with others but still all alone.
Oh, how he vexes me, promises of love, happiness, fertility, virtue, riches beyond my belief. How could I have been so blinded by my own love for him. Though, I can not complain.
Jordan sat, staring at the innocent old man, Walter, listening to his wise words. He gave him everything. Practically saved his life.
When I woke up it took me a good thirty seconds to realise where I was. I was alone in the bed, but I could hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom.
Musty leaves crunched beneath my feet.A raven cawed above, latching claws on a stubby Oak branch.Shrubs from behind rustled, my palms were hot and sweaty."Who's there?"I quickly spun myself around.A...
"Catch it. Catch it!" Thump. Series of yells from the children around her erupted as she handed them the ball made from tattered rags that were not being used in the Chapel at the moment.
Prologue: a letter lost The letter was written over ages and ages beyond what I could perceive. The parchment felt fragile, yet the Ink was still black as coals .
The orange and white city lights, reflected off the damp, glowing road. The red traffic lights blinded my eyes as the taxi stopped, jerking me forward into the passenger seat.
Chapter 1 I was born 5th of May 1848, My name is Katie Anderson and I am writing this on my 13th birthday.
The little girl sits on the swing, With which the wind plays, As she stares into the horizon, Caped in a murky haze.
My name is Violet Baragar and I immigrated in 1942 from Russia to America through Ellis Island when I was 9.There was war going on in Russia and I was in my house when someone walked in and told me I...
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!.
It was unusually cold for this time of year. It was too early in the fall for this. The girl barely felt the shock blanket around her shoulders as she watched paramedics surround the shattered car.
Prologue Anthony lives in a lighthouse with his grandfather who is in his mid eighties. His parents are nowhere to be see and his grandmother had passed away when Anthony was a baby.
~*/Chapter III\*~ >~Family: None~< The sound of branches clattering against the window above her head, woke April with a start.
Mr Hansel escorted Jeremy to his new bedroom, which was very sophisticated. Jeremy gazed at the creaky wooden floor boards and compact roofs. 'This good enuf' fer you?' Jeremy examined the cabin bed.
~5 weeks later~ I am still grieving over Papa and Mama. After the earthquake neither of them were ever found. I was sent to America along with many other orphans of all different ages.
Seconds, minutes and hours passed but still nobody wanted poor Jeremy. He stood shivering in the freezing cold, looking gormless. Gradually, it started to rain and Jeremy's mackintosh was drenched.
This is the second chapter of The Witness, the adventure story I'm writing. What do you mean you haven't read the first chapter. Go read it now.
I needed food. Right now. My stomach was making loud, weird noises. They'd soon hear me and find out where I was if this continued. This is stupid.
Chapter 1 A poor village boy called jasper walked beside the white willow tree and felt the velvety pure leaves on it.
Flying across a velvet sky, I feel calm, peaceful. My sigh reverberates gently through the sapphire ocean beneath me, it's surface throbbing with the song of the waves.