Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago,

Her chest burned, she was out of breathe. She can't remember for how long she has been running. All she knew was, she couldn't stop now, it was still after her and not far behind.

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"What have I done?" as I stood over the dead body of my friend. What have I done I repeated in mind shocked at the scene in front of me. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder

It wasTuck's night out and he wanted to go to The Electric Triangle. He put on his favourite t-shirt which read S. O. B. (Save Our Boulevards). He dyed his hair fire engine red.

Jamie wanted nothing more than to dance. She loved to bust out a move in her bedroom, at school, even in the shopping centre. It didn't matter to her. The only issue was her

"Jack Frost nipping at your nose," The song lulled on beautifully but, all I could think was, really disgusting, my nose has boogers in in it. And why is Jack Frost nipping at it?

"WHAT" screamed Charolotte as the floor collapses due to an unholy amount of hotdogs. She was really confused because

Eirin screamed while tears ran down her face. 'Help...Please'. Another nightmare. She gets these often. James was asleep beside her, but didn't hear her.

Why live when death is inevitable?

It was too bad Rollo found out he had the blood of English Kings when he was homeless & eating out of dumpsters. He found a prepaid DNA ancestry kit in the trash, spit into it and

I postponed reaching maturity by thirty years—the expectation far outweighed the consequence—and, afterwards, I still felt so intolerably lacking. “If you don’t grow up, “Mother

On March 2, 2016, I was folding a story in Armenia City In The Sky. What a magnificent view one got whilst sitting outside having tea.The leopard print sofa added to the exoerience

Blinding white lights. the smell of antiseptic. the scratchy paper shift she was wearing. frantic voices swirling around her head in a chorus of blurs and slurs. where was she?

Slowly he opened the door. They filled the space behind like beans in a can... a can of terror. They watched as he

There was an old house in the forest...

50 Cent is actually a very polite man. He usually takes time out from work to spend with his wife and kids and he donates to cancer charity. He is black but this does not mean

I first heard about the speigle device late on a Thursday afternoon. Wow, I thought. 48 hours later and I won one on an online giveaway. By Tuesday it was in my grubby hands. "by"

I can’t decide who is Trump’s Himmler. Steven Miller was the front runner for a long time. Now I have to admit it might turn out to be Barr. Miller is still way in front but not a

Agnes Faulks laid her dingo to rest on the Salisbury Plain. It was just a dingo, unspecial to most, but it was her dingo and he knew her name. Their private moment was interrupted