The Girl
It was a moonlit night at the resort of cala d'or in Spain.
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It was a moonlit night at the resort of cala d'or in Spain.
The engine made a horrible creaking groan, as Sam stood beside shaking his head in despair. He'd left his headlights on, and now his car battery was dead.
"GRAWRRRRR" roared a now fully grown Wilson. "WOOOOOOO" shouted tommy trunnion riding on his back, sat on a makeshift saddle of leaves and twigs.
Banging hard on the door of the upstairs flat, Ben blinked the sleep out of his eyes. They were so noisy, that in the last two weeks, he had around four hours sleep.
Choking backstage, riding a wave of adrenaline and nerves, I peeked out of the curtain. So many faces, obscured by the bright lights, waiting eagerly for me to walk on.
Sat in the corner of the room, the angry beast looked at the unsuspecting family members around him.
Laying there on the bed, the pillow looks inconspicuous, but secretly he is waiting and biding his time, waiting for his next victim.
Cliffy, the final chapter. Opening his eyes, cliffy slowly blinked himself awake.
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Ouch, thought Timmy, as his eyes blinked slowly, blearily trying to focus his eyes to the harsh light.
Hi everybody.
In his desperation to escape, tommys workmate pushed his foot down on the pedal, his speedometer fast approaching eighty miles an hour.
Tommy trunnion loved to talk. Once he started talking to you, it was impossible to escape.
On a train to Liverpool from home Sat here typing on my phone Beautiful lady reading a book Dirty old men just having a look.
If at first you don't succeed... Then parachute jumping is probably not for you!.
Sitting there on the race track grid, my heart pounded.