[I]I managed to finish another chapter tonight. Not too much happens, but I'm working on setting up the rest of the story. I hope you all enjoy. Meg[/I] Chapter 7 The night seemed to drag on before him as Allarick paced his chamber. He had sent his guest with some of the servants to be given a room, bathed, and fed. That was hours before, and now he was pacing his chamber like a starved animal waiting to be fed. He knew the reason for his ...
Updated 01-09-2009 at 11:11 PM by applepie
I spend Wednesday afternoon after Joyce leaves watching The Fugitive (1963 TV series with David Jannsen). I have a book on the series in a box somewhere in the library and I daydream about putting a "G" for Girard on any episode the character appears in. Ruth arrives home about 30 minutes past due time I had told Joyce and I get that little episode out of the way. Our feeling is that we will continue to be polite but refuse any more $1 requests hoping she'll take the hint. ...
words escaping thoghts provoking a perfect poem ever evoking wonderfull lifes wasted away teasing knifes pricking blades angels and demons life and death a battle that will never end the battle of goodbye the power of death surreal feeling burning sensation tear filled goodbyes skin split open hearts ripped wide a silent plea a curesed ...
"I Wish you were dead like me." Ok, one of my close buddies told me about her whole relationship with this guy, and it kinda depressed me, or how bout got me shiverin in my boots, she's had a sort of crush on this guy for a while, thing is, she tells me how much she likes the guy, and drives me nuts, she's so afriad of being hurt again, she doesn't even want to hear the word love spoken aloud, first off i do my best to tell ...
A few months ago I asked myself, "What's love?" Now I think i know what it is. First let me ask this question. What is the first thing you see when you hear the word love? i bet most of you thought boyfriend and girlfriends. Right? I would of (exspecially a few moths ago.) And i'm not saying that's wrong, but that image is so engraven in our mind that we have forgotten the other side of love and what it is. If you look in the dictionary you'll find it means alot of things, but ...
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