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Random First Lines:A poem about a specific weapon. Comment what you think the weapon is... » Read
A group of strangers wake up on a seemingly deserted island, with no recollection of how they ended up there. They soon realise that no one is who they say they are, nothing is how it seems, and that to unravel the mystery, they have to unravel themselves.
It's a time me and a friend, sat in her mothers front room, starring at a picture of a rose. It was probably only a minute. Though it felt like a lifetime!
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
begginning of a first chapter, rough draft so be as critisising as you like enjoy................xxx
Poetry | Updated Oct 5, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2