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- Hope at allpoetry
Another one of my favourites from enlgish project sophy year. - Should I Call It A Failure of Our Love (Sonnet 1) at allpoetry
Best poem in my english project from last year in my opinion. - {Untitled} at allpoetry
Another part of last school years poetry project. - Darkness at allpoetry
This was part of my poetry project last year in english. TETSY IS BAAACKKK =D - Un - Perfect World - Chapter 8 at storywrite
Justin went home that day, shocked by what he had witnessed. He felt sick to his stomach. It was one thing he was naked, but making out, WITH A GUY!?!?!?
The next day rolled - Un - Perfect World - Chapter 7 at storywrite
Justin came to school the next day no longer silent, he had forgoten all about yesterday... that horrible.... terribble... his mind stopped when he ran into a boy when he was w - Un- Perfect World - Chapter 6 at storywrite
Justin walked into the doctors office and walked up to the counter. Behind the desk sat a blonde haired woman, "May I help you?" she asked in a soothing voice. "Erm yea I got a - Un- Perfect World - Chapter 5 at storywrite
Jake sat at a random lunch table with Justin. They both sat with a chicken sandwich in front of them. Jake didn't eat, as Justin chowed away. His mouth full of food he asked "W - Un- Perfect World - Chapter 4 at storywrite
Justin sat in Science tapping his pencil on the solid black table. "Why do they teach us about OUR bodies. I mean we basically see it everyday" He thought. Jake was sitting in - Un- Perfect World- Chapter 3 at storywrite
Justin lay with his back to the floor as the coach whistled and they did a sit up. This went on for about fifteen minutes before they finally halted and then did some push-ups. - Un-Perfect World- Chapter 2 at storywrite
Justin walked out of his Math class with a stack of homework. Jake came out of nowhere saying "That's nothing compared to what Honors gets!" Justin smiled. Then he went blank.< - Un-Perfect World - Chapter 1 at storywrite
A young boy stood still as a bunch of kids laughed and pointed at him. His binder had burst open and the contents lay scattered across the floor. A tall broad kid came up out o - Splinter Cell at storywrite
Sam Fisher stood still, crouched in the shadows, stuck in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. Or so it seemed. At least a dozen guards were searching the factory, all prepara
