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Write a short story based on your favourite song, using the song’s title as your story’s title and the lyrics for your plot. Ben stood there waiting. Just like he did every day. Waiting.
"I'm so cold....." This is Angel, an 18 year old homeless girl, addicted to a class 'A' drug.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could, away from that park, and away from HER. After what she tried to do, I am never, ever going back, not for all the tea in china.
Sadly a few people's lives will be changed today Life for us all is a lottery, daily a game we play Lives can so easily change at the drop of a coin Dont be certain that normality you'll always...
Warning: The following story may be depressing, and I am sorry if this causes sadness. The End Of Gregory Dean In a backstreet of a city, a lone figure bent crookedly over a meager fire.
You'll always want that little bit more. Penny pinching from the secret knicker top draw. An eighth or a gram to settle an old score. Dealer lends you a syringe he found on a mutual friends floor.
She put a hand to the wall and stroked it. She had to end the suffering. She had to really be with him. The girl then stepped up on the balcony wall.
The screaming crazy lady Died on a dirty street. Homeless and abandoned. In search of her retreat. No one cared for her, No one thought to bother, Until she was killed by An ill fated attacker.
#household There's a boy, standing on the corner, There's a tear running down his face, There's a blade, gripped between his fingers, Red with blood, red with disgrace.
She sank alone into despair, Her make-up smudged, Grease through her hair. A painted smile she'd learnt to fake, To cover up her poor heart ache.
Two men were standing on a rooftop Little did one know he was about to fall a huge drop They were sitting before but when they stood one got pushed ending the life of a deep hearted man who was...
Cold, wet, tired... Running from the fire. Looking back he sees the red glow, And his soul is darkened by his woe. He has nothing left to live for now his children are gone.
I love you, You know, Or at least I did, Because now I'm empty, And nothing is there... Because out whipped his gun, And, Bang Bang, My body hit the ground...
Melrose and Rodeo drive. That was her corner; veronica was number one around here. Ever since Veronica was fourteen she has been on her own. Doing whatever she had to do to get what she needed.