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- tears at storywrite
"It really hurts me when you lock me out Rose," Andy said, Gently brushing the hair out of Rose's eyes, and turning her face upward. He could see the tears in her eyes, the pain, though she was really good at hiding it from e - A girl at allpoetry
She was lonely, Oh she was so sad, - Unsure of title at storywrite
The wind blew across the field making the tree branches whistle and sing. Rose listened, and smiled, her light eyes shining, her brownish red hair swishing around her face. Andy's eyes were closed, his breathing deep and rhyt - San Diego Fires at storywrite
The sky is dark to the left of my house, yet the air is decidedly less smoky than it was yesterday. Firemen seem to be taking huge sighs of relief as the winds that allowed fires to rage on have died if not totally, at least - The photo at allpoetry
In the photo your happy, In the photo you smile, - Parts of me at allpoetry
Theres a part of me who's happy, ________________________________Theres a part of me who's sad - The cottage child-------- at storywrite
Sandra's parents always took care of her, until one day they went to town and never came back. Now sandra must go to town herself to try an - Sussurus at storywrite
. - The world is great. at allpoetry
I see the sun shine over grass, I see light run across the glass, - work in progress. at storywrite
The light shone in one bright arc threw the drawn drapes, casting eerie shadows against the wall that Shipo watched from her bed. She imagined things in that light, things that danced and laughed and played tricks all for the - Death of a people, birth of a world. at storywrite
Imagine a world made entirely out of desert. The sun rests above in the light side, burning the land, creating sand so hard it could almost be glass. There is no water, not even a drop, nor is there shade or wind. Everything - not sure of a name yet. at storywrite
Eli ran as fast as she could in her riding dress, pushing past branches, cuttung her arms in her haste. Her blue satin dress ripped on low flung branches, her hair getting tussled. She ran, not caring and he followed. She loo - War of water and earth. Chapter one. The choice. at storywrite
Shadows moved across the black lake, leaves whispered lightly in the wind. Arya looked up at the moon and smiled. She loved to roam outside when no one else was around. Near her Andy waited, peering threw the leaves of a tree - Invisable at allpoetry
I nvisable girl walks alone, / N ever resting, never home, / V ia the streets and mountain tops, / I nvisability never stops. / S he reaches out with all her fears, / A nnointing the mountains with her tears, / B - Darkness at allpoetry
I look into the light and its just to bright, / I walk in darkness and I never confess, / But my wounds bleed and my demons feed, / And no one cares about my fears, / Cause no one sees me. / - The crash at storywrite
It was very dark out. The moon would come and peack out of its clouds, then rush back into them, perhaps afraid to be seen at such a low glow. Down below the city lights winked merrily, as though asking all the travelers on h - Boy's trouble at allpoetry
Mother said, / Oh, that boy is trouble, / And bad times, / He'll give you double, / Mother said, / Don't give him your heart, / He'll break it up, / He'll rip it apart. / refrain. / I never listened, - Jealousy at storywrite
- When we were young at allpoetry
When we were young,
When our paths were one, - War of Chaos at storywrite
- Her life in California at storywrite
- scribbles on white paper. at allpoetry
He scribbled,
making green and red patterns, - Not finished. at storywrite
- [ She sat in the rain, ] at allpoetry
Shortish, will return comments - Growing from the dirt to the sky. at storywrite
- Nothing. at storywrite
- The voice at storywrite
- In the heart of the woods at storywrite
- The dream world. at storywrite
- The Rose Mc Keen Diary at storywrite
- Aquana Chapters 9- at storywrite
- Aquana chapters 5-8 at storywrite
- Aquana Chapters 1-4 at storywrite
- homework at storywrite
After the civil war ended black Americans were finally, legally, free. But though the
government had freed them by law, - Diary. at storywrite
Rose waited outside of the Band room with her friend Chris. It wasn't shaping up to be a good day. She'd tried being nice to those in her section, but it hadn't worked to well.
