Renesmee's Story Chp.10
I ran far I didn't plan on going to la push or anything more like going to my horrible doom. I looked around the green blurring scenery . I stopped running a let out a nice huge sigh.
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I ran far I didn't plan on going to la push or anything more like going to my horrible doom. I looked around the green blurring scenery . I stopped running a let out a nice huge sigh.
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Travels led to distant path, Surrounded by the devil's wrath, A lonesome road of nightly gales, On which sunshine had set sail, Leaving only gloom and despair, With fear hanging in the air.
Not sure if this is any good, but I really wanted to continue it. 08/05/12 I'm going to stay at Heather's for a bit.
Quietly, I bolt the rusted lock on the upstairs door, trying not to make a sound. I then take a black pen off the shelf and trace the fading pentagram on my left hand.
Jeg troede aldrig jeg skulle dø sådan her, kniven der ramte mit bryst gav en javrene smerte jeg aldrig har følt før mit hoved landte jorden men...sjovt nok følte jeg lettelse over endelig få fred fra...
Hiag reached up. One hand over the other. Keep the rythem going. Three limbs on the rock face at any one time. His arms began to strain. Blood pounding, veins pumping. Arms on fire.