All Blog Posts Tagged 'Tears' (6)

I looked at Ace. He looked back at me. There was confusion placed in his beautiful features. He backed away from Jennifer. I couldnt move. I couldnt form words. All i felt was a burning. "I thought you were dead all this time." Jennifer said. "I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone else." Ace said glancing at Jennifer with wide eyes. "No, i know my husband." Jennifer said. Ace looked back at me. "Amena." Ace said. I couldnt say anything. I felt tears…

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"Are you going to talk today?" He said softly. His cool air made me shiver but not in a bad way. I looked at him and he just looked back at me. I turned and looked back out the window. I knew he would eventually give up. My stomach started to feel quesy. And there was a nagging question in the back of my mind. "Do i really want him to?" The bus stopped and i stood up. I was always the first one off. I walked into school. A cool hand grabbed…

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He did the same thing every morning now. He would walk with me. Not saying anything. But i think he could sense that i liked his presence. One morning though something was off. Something was wrong. When we reached the english class. He went and locked the door. He looked at me. His eyes were hard and i could tell he was angry. I looked at him searching. "Why wont you talk to me?" He said walking towards me. I just looked at him. My heart felt…

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"Okay so class everyone has done so well." Mr. Hottness said. I smiled and nodded. Everyones project were cute. I smiled. Me and Sem were last. I was excited and nervous. "Okay so were have our last group." Mr. Hottness said. I nodded and looked at Sem. He took my hand and walked down to the front of the class. My music started and I started singing. I closed my eyes. "So are project is called Pain of the Beautiful." Sem said in a low tone. I…

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I lived with my mother and father in Maine back in the 1829. I was the average school girl. I went to church, took care of my little brother Timothy. Timmy was just like our father what with is honey colored curlls and peachy skin he was only 4 when it started. I on the other hand looked just like my mother I have blonde hair and pale skin and the same light emereld eyes as her. I was only 13 years old when it all started. You see I had a friend namer Miara Simpson she her father was a imagrant… Continue

Just a poem in a story I wrote for fun. Today was boring and I had nothing, but the house to myself most of the day so I grabbed my notebook and began scribbling down ideas for a story.



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I used to pray for miracles and dreams,

And all you brought were nightmares.



A young woman sits on her window ledge whispering to the stars. A faded photograph rests… Continue