I also have a lot of work to do...*sigh*


The Death of SummerWith dead eyes Summer clenches leaves in her delicate hands. She's bathed in moonlight and amber from the streetlamps and she knows he's watching her.The Death of Summer
He's a dim chill tickling the back of her neck, a whisper that brushes the tiny hairs in her ear canal, a sombre figure in the trees. A nightmare yet a pleasure.
"Jack" She whispers with a grim smile, "Of course it's you." Children scream in the midnight air, dancing around the bonfire with their bare hands gripping toffee apples, blissfully unaware of Summer's final breaths.
She wants to dance with the flames too, there's nothing


Hollow: PrologueHarley was ten when his sister died. Ten years old and scarred forever more. He found her in the gentlemans toilets, splayed out with bulging eyes that threw accusations at him. Where were you big brother? He screamed and screamed and screamed as loud as his small mouth would allow him until they came running. Then they screamed too over her fragile, broken body until finally the police came and ushered them away. They spoke kind words to him, pretending he was the stereotypical, hysterical child whos just seen a ghost but in truth, after the screaming stopped his voice box went numb and the numbnessHollow: Prologue


Fallen LeavesThe leaves were pulverised beneath Harley's feet. They suffocated the floor in a fragile covering of muddy brown, terracotta and mustard yellow. It was autumn again, the calm before the chilling storm of winter. The sky was a mix of murky grey and dull white and the lack of light made Harley's face appear ashen.Fallen Leaves
He was unsure of how he had ended up there, his hazel eyes resting on his bloodstained hands. Oh he knew what had happened before that moment. Those same hands had dug into her soft, cushioned skin. That, he knew and for once he felt no remorse, just satisfaction and relief. A relief that the many weights tied to him had


One last time.Youre awfully quiet.One last time.
Hmm? His voice penetrated through the hum of the cicadas, rousing the dozing girl who clung to his chest. She flicked her muddy eyes to his and he smiled.
Sorry. I guess I woke you.
Its ok. She rasped, rubbing her right eye then placing her palm lightly on his bare chest. She loved the feel of his peck under her palm. She imagined the tight muscles under his taught skin. Shed always thought that muscles looked like strawberry laces fused together when she saw diagrams in text books. Text books. She shuddere


wombat sex on the moon-collabwombat sex on the moon-collab
so she was a writer and a dreamer and the product of our words she wanted to marry a cowboy and cure cancer she poured glitter onto the floor in front of her and pretended that her magic boy was behind her always she was nothing that you could hope to you could expect in a single lifetime
she wrote lyrical notes in her textbooks danced in the sunlight, and sang in the rain she was everything you wanted to be and more
and did I mention I loved her? I probably should, it makes all the difference because while she was dreaming and loving and fighting I was cur


you're impossible to find.his name was like the feeling you get when the phone rings and your heart skips a beat because you're not really expecting it. like, that time when you were seven and playing hide-and-seek in the dark was the best high. especially when you find that perfect spot, and everything is dead quiet so you hold your breath because breathing might give away your hiding place.you're impossible to find.
his cheeks were like that teddy bear your best friend had when you were six. the one she carried everywhere but wouldn't let you hold because it was hers and not yours. so you watched her hug it and pet it's soft fur, and you go home and cry because your mother told


Just your average love story..Just your average love story..
I am
so in love with who you are.
nervous about making mistakes with you.
falling for you faster than I can catch myself. loving you more each and every day. breathless with you. reckless without you. in love with you in more ways than one. and I always will be.
You are
the most gorgeous person I have ever seen. in fact you are so beautiful, it hurts. &


when i wantwhen i wake up, i want a thrill. i want to have spiders crawling on my bed lamp, my roof to be gone and the sun in it's place, to wake up with a sweet boy, whose name i've forgotten already.when i want
after i die, i want someone to figure out all the passwords to my accounts, and post a lovely statement covering my death. so my online friends won't worry, or say that i've abandoned them.
when i'm older, i want someone to know me. i want someone to find my sites, eat my words up with their eyes, i want someone to take so many photos of me,
that
| I'm a full-time nerd and student at the University of Leeds, doing French. I'm a happy chappy most of the time |
So here it is. As you requested, chapter 2. Sorry it took so long. I lost internet and only just recently got it back so nothing has been posted in a while.
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Enjoy!
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It's not our skill that makes us what we are, it's our passion.
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Live by the pen and pencil and you live free!
It's not our skill that makes us what we are, it's our passion.
Writer At Heart!
What more is there to life?
Some art deserves more attention. Please read. -> [link]
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we chase these days down with talks of
the places that we will go.
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