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Ten. The tables, they are turning, Click. The bomb is set, All of these decisions, You will make, will you regret. Nine.
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Ten. The tables, they are turning, Click. The bomb is set, All of these decisions, You will make, will you regret. Nine.
I was coming around. Again. I was sat in a chair. Again. And it was dark. Yes, again. But this time I wasn't tied to the chair, far from it.
High above you In the building above Sits a man, crouching, Each hand covered with a glove With a gun in his hand He aims down below Who is he aiming at. Wouldn't you like to know ...
When we woke up it was a normal day. The wind was blowing and the chill was just right. We did not know that the night was going to end like this.
#nightdwellers#beginningline As the snow melted, I wept in awe... were the words scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper.
Falling. Noiselessly falling. No one would hear my screams. I was alone. I didn't even know where I was or how I'd got here. But it was dark. Very, dark. As dark as a witches hat.
Don't read this. This is an urgent warning, people are not supposed to read this book. Countless generations have risked their lives to try to ensure that NOBODY EVER reads this book.
I walked down the old dirt path through the forest. I hate the forest and I always have.
#emotions #fear The freezing breeze Runs its cold fingers up my back Sending shivers through me The night wishes to engulf me whole And lose me in its bottomless pit My heart pounding And palms...
My window is my new best friend, As there is so much that could lie outside, For in the cool darkness, Anything could hide Could an ash black cat be crouching, For a reason I will never know, Maybe...
The selected few made their way across the clouded room to the library. Inside, every wall bar one was covered floor to ceiling in leather bound volumes.
Part 10 As I opened my door, to see my mum, sat at the kitchen table. Dead. Oh my gosh.
After two whole days of laying around and watching t.v., it was time to get out of the house. I walk by the kitchen to get to my room but something catches the corner of my eye.
Nick's POV Becca and I ran upstairs quickly. I didn't know what was going on. I got to the nursery door and walked in. The babies were screaming loudly and there was no sign of Annie.
Standing alone in the wilderness, my breath turning to thin ice, I shiver in the cold, cautiously peering behind me, for the news I await.
It was a few minutes after midnight, I couldn't get to sleep, as I'm currently working at home, in my own time-schedule, so no hurry getting up in the morning.
Ian hopped out of his truck and gave us a rushed grin. "what's up you guys?" he asked. Adam was silent. "did you hear about the fire?" I asked. "what fire?" Ian said very curiously.
I dropped the note and the sharp edge resulted in a paper cut. Sucking the sweet blood off my finger, I turned over to look at the time. 00:00.
I've been writing stories for years now and so this is a little taster of the one I'm writing now. It's only the blurb I wrote for it but I hope you enjoy ;) ... Sandy was in love.
The mist swam around her ankles, as if trying to swallow them into it's body. The trees framed the field, trapping both her and the mist into its twisted picture. What was she doing out here.
Chapter 1 "When we adopted her, she seemed normal around Emilia. They had gotten along well," Mrs. Harris told the detective in a hurry.
Suddenly Im wide awake Room is completley dark I cant hear à sound except My Heart baning hard inside My chest Was it à nightmare Someone Trying to get in.
The sun was beating down hard. Looking up at the sky there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Newport Street was quiet and peaceful.
His voice echoes in the dark night. I wince. I can recognize the way he breathes. "Tristan?" I cry out. He doesn't respond. I know he's here, and not for the reason I pray he is.