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The Pursuit Of Fullness Chp2Chapter 2
I ran inside and went to slam the door, realising that the male chased me all the way home. Should i slam the door in its poor face? I decide against it, after all it did fight, oh boy did he try to fight her off. I quickly look around for some band aids, the one time i can't find any! I glance at the male for a second, his behavior is off. Its like he knows something.... I shake it out of my head. There's no use dwelling on it, its not going to change the fact the female bit you. I look down at the bite, its changing to black as i stare at it. Normal bites don't look black. I glanced at him again, just hoping that the way he looks back gives me an answer. But he looks away from me... Is that an answer? I am lost and confused everything happened so last, too fast. Then i suddenly feel like i can hear more clearly, i can see him in more detail...
My house had suddenly become taller, or am i shrinking? It wasn't until i looked at my full length mirror that i knew what was going
Lovers on a Rose Chp 1Chapter 1
It all began with a huge bush full with roses. It was like nothing i, or anyone else would have seen. It didn't just have red roses, it had white ones as well. I was curious (as i always am it seems). But when i took a closer look i seen blood. I normally wouldn't have cared but these weren't normal circumstances. Thoughts of what could have happened ran circles around my head. My conclusions were that they could cut themselves well 1. they wouldn't have bled so much and 2. they would have to be blind not to notice it and not move away. Well it was possible that there could have been a blind person but it was VERY,VERY unlikely. I moved some of the bushes away to see where the blood was running from. I was very careful not to prick myself but 'OUCH!!!!' i did anyway. I then notice the blood pouring out, i take a look at the thorns. They weren't normal sized thorns, they were twice as big. Usually there are alot smaller and thinner......No wonder there was so much blood, but i
Lovers on a Rose IntroStories usually have a fascinating turn of events. Most stories have some great adventure. Mine, ha, mine is a little more complicated. My name is Ashleigh Parker and i'm 15yrs old. I attend St. Rose high school. Which in my opinion their motto should be 'We hate individuals! We love CLONES!' instead of the 'We nurture your potential, and individuality'. Every girl in high school knows what comes with high school. Not just butt loads of more homework. But puberty! (me and my best friend Flona call it PUB). High school also comes with crushes. Flona has helped me through my tough years in high school and more to come. I guess the story should have to begin when i seen a huge pile of roses in the local forest one day. For if it weren't for them. I wouldn't even have a story to tell....
AbuseMake me feel,
Make me know,
Make me who i am,
Break me down,
Tear my dreams,
So they split at the seams,
Beat my will,
Break my spirit,
Put the pieces back together,
Wipe away the tears,
Stitch up the seams,
Wrap up my will,
Glue my spirit back together,
Thoughts and DreamsThoughts enter my mind,
They leave my mouth,
My eyes close,
My sub-conscious awakens,
It shows me what it thinks,
What it feels,
It shows my past,
I am glad i had the dream,
Now i know what love feels like,
It was what i wanted,
It was what i needed,
I will never forget them,
Their sad tale,
Most importantly their love,
For they showed me how it felt,
What it is like to have someone not love you back,
I will always remember you!
My loveThe magic of love is alive!
I thought it went out,
Many years ago,
But you reignited it,
And i thank you for that,
You reignited my love for life,
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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