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Hi, sweety! It is time for day to come
Before you'll open the blinds and the sun
Will shine my eyes.
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Hand wrapped the hair pulling it, causing it to open his mouth, panting drop a groan opening a beautiful smile bastard. While the sound of the slap in the ass did time with her moan through the air.
Mardule a Gifted from the possible future along with his colleagues Bishy and Elina and also his Grandfather encounter an Evil Being and fight to save the Universe from ceasing to exist in the first of a series of ongoing Fantasy Shorts based from early 1900's in to the distant future and beyond
An abusive love that test the bonds of faithfulness
The feeling of introversion acted out by an extended metaphor.
Alex knows there's something behind the mirrors. He just doesn't know what. Out of the corner of his eye he can see flickers of movement, figures in his reflection who shouldn't be there, the image of a girl with brown eyes standing behind him, everywhere he goes, no matter where he is.
By Ally Shark
I don't know if you guys know this, but April is child abuse prevention month. I absolutely hate child abusers! This is my way to spread the word. (And Booksie and my iPad better let me format is right!)
the warmth from somebody near you in winter, the glowing quiet, all of this.
I'd like to give credit to Liam Strong for coming up with the title. This poem just came to me, in a way of saying
Someday, we're all going to fall. We're going to fall and drown as the rain pours down in buckets. We may try to heal, but we're just not able to. We're going to fall and no matter what, I'll end of falling with everyone else.
I can sort of see the world outside, and i can see how pretty it is, but the doors are locked, and the glass is tinted, and if I break the glass I'll get hurt. I've always been the coward
By Macaroni Mario
Nothing is more real than losing the one you love
Short Story | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0