I will never send this.There is something I could not expect. Sitting next to you was the hardest thing I had done that day. Electricity. That's the best way I can describe it. A force, so strong and overpowering it was almost impossible to harness. A magnetism so strong I felt myself drawn towards you. I thought it was over I thought I couldn't feel this way any more but oh how wrong can a person be. The feather light touch of your hair on my arm feeling like a thousand kilowatts had just entered my bloodstream. Pounding in my ears as I bashed my head off the wall, trying to get a grip. Maybe it was the impossibility of the situation, or perhaps the knowledge that
The Pretty Little ThingsThe Pretty Little ThingsThe boy throws the trash and kicks the canTaken back by the mechanical manThe girl in the scarlet chucks and Windsor tieManages to conceal her ingenious lieShe sold her soul at personal expenseDoing so with a perfect moral senseAnd she sees all the pretty little thingsLike mannequins waiting for the snowShe throws back her head and singsAnd so beings the shadow puppet showThe boy with the force to break the fuseA cause for many of those loose screwsThe girl torn from head to toeHer face raining a tidal flowYet adore him still in her own rightAttracted like a fly to UV lightAnd she sees
Ginny's Deathly HallowsA wise old man in a cold white tombA phoenix lamenting a chilling gloomYour calm voice made perfect senseTruthful words without pretenseAnd so I managed with some decreeA parting kiss to remember meYou then vanished into the unknownAnd I was left, left all aloneMy heart was torn in those months to passWith screaming, shouting, breaking glassBlood red anger and fear alikeWaiting for Voldermort to strikeAny scrap of news kept my beliefIt fueld, sustained each sense of reliefTo know you were out there fighting stillTo hunt him down, to seek and killYou came back one last timeHead to toe in blood sweat and grime
Another Lonely ValentineNo red roses through my doorno note in my outstretched handDay by day, more and moreThe time runs like grains of sandI wish I could tell you what you mean to meThe perfect example of a classic chichéBut i can be sure to some degreeYou will not see it that wayAnd yet here I stand my mouth is sealedThe secret's stuck insideMy once broken heart is now healedThe last time I sat and cried.All i have to give to you is a kind wordTo make you look, to make you seeThe whole journey of love, though absurdLets just hope it works out for you and meGreen with envy at the othersThey love you from afar like meA diffe
CrimsonIs it natural to be scared? There's a first time for everything. Should we embrace fearas it comes, or live in constant dread of its presence? One thing is for sure, fear eithergets the better of us, or we get the better of it.He couldn't breathe. The tightness of the collar restricting his airway, he franticly triedto loosen a button. As cool, welcome air rushed into his burning throat he gasped andgripped the sides of the basin. The nerves had hit him. He would say they did thisevery time. But this was the first time. He had never done this before. A shaky man bynature, but now getting in a flap about this? He must be stronger
Dance For Me -ONE-Emily kicked the pebble. It bounced merrily in front of her; Carefree, no worries in the world at all. It felt silly to think this but the thought entered her mind of how wonderful it would be to be a pebble. She sighed and pulled her weighted school bag further onto her back. The straps dug into her shoulders as she trudged dreamily on. She paid no heed to the chilling wind that attacked her. It tried to enter her warmth through small gaps in her clothes. Her shirt was untidy, tie loose. That morning had been a rush. Waking up thinking it was still the holidays. All she wanted to do that morning was stay in bed and relive the magnificent dre
Dance For Me -TWO-Dance for me. Dance for me.The words echoed in her head. She woke with sweat pouring from her forehead, her heart beating rapidly and her breathing fast as if she’d just run a marathon.Her eyes were wild and her hair a tangle. She drew a few deep ragged breaths and tried to calm herself down. The man in her dream had no face, and yet she felt it was becoming clearer every time she dreamt it.She sat and thought. She did this a lot. Whenever she was stressed or frightened she would put on some soothing music and either lie down and relax, or dance. That was Emily's one huge passion. Dance. The stories of how people start ballet in
Dance For Me -THREE-"Emily, listen to your dad when he is speaking to you!"Emily's head snapped up from her daydream. Her mother was glaring at her from across the breakfast table. There was milk running down her chin and a discarded cereal bowl nearby. Emily tried her best not to smirk at the sight. She turned to her dad who was glaring at her."Yeh?" she said in a I don’t really care voice."What’s this we hear about you getting a detention?"Uh oh. She was in the deep waters now. Better return to the shallows she thought."Oh that, it was nothing, little mistake that’s all."Her dad was clearly not satisfied with her answer."Little mis
Dance For Me -FOUR-"They said she'd be ere'""Well I can't see her can I?""Well turn your flashlight on you tosser""But it's practically daylight"The muffled voices reached Emily's ears. Shadowy figures obscured her vision. One was bent over her and flashed a light into her face. It burned her retinas and made her eyes stream."Here she is."Emily, still drowsy began to surface. Her dream was fading away but she held onto it long enough to remember the face of the boy in it. It was becoming ever clearer. She knew it was someone she recognised, it was just unclear who."Wha..." she mumbled as the torch shined inn her face again."It's alright love, it
Dance For Me - FIVE -It was break time. They had sent her back to school. Thinking it was for the best to keep her mind off things. Three days after his accident and her brother was said to be “Stable”. He hadn’t woken up since the last time. Emily had lived through the past few days with baited breath. Jumping whenever the phone rang, rushing to answer in case it was news on her brother. She was on tenterhooks, waiting, just waiting.It was quiet in the library. She sat, wasting the minutes away by reading a book. Although her eyes were fixed on the same spot on the page and she hadn’t changed the page at all.A shadow fell over the untouc
Dance For Me - Chapter SIX- SIX -She awoke to the sound of birds singing. They twitered and chirruped merilly in the cool clean morening air. She stretched, tensing her muscles to their full potential then releasing them grualy, getting the blood flowing again. She opened her stinging eyes and let the daylight stream in.She was alone. Bemused from her tiredness she stood up slowly. Then it all came back to her. Her brother's death, the person responsible. His kiss. His warm, moist lips on hers. The recolection of these memories swarmed her mind like andgy wasps. She was confused, unsure. Why did she do that. What possesed her to fall in love with the person respon
Dance For Me - Chapter Seven- SEVEN -Emily awoke in her usual manner, the words echoed in her head. The face now clear as anything. She sat up sharply. A pain ran through her back. It felt like an iron bar. Twisting her head she looked over to Theo. He was lying peacefull besider her. His breathing had become more wholesome and a little colour had returned to his cheeks.His shirt lay open. It was torn and thorn scrathes ran the lenngth of his torso. But the worst damage was around the left side of his ribs. Emily shifted her weight so she was kneeling next to him. There was a large amount of brusing. She knew this had to mean cracked ribs at the very least. She shud
Dance For Me - Thirteen- Thirteen –She ran her fingers through the cuts. They didn’t hurt now. The initial pain and burning was gone. Numbness had crept over her arms, but the wounds shone with a bright crimson. She traced the lines methodically, her deep blue eyes intoxicated by their contours. It was the same every night. The blazing pain then silence. It was like a fire being doused with freezing cold water. She felt nothing; only saw the drops of red fall to the floor. And then the screaming would come. Not her screaming. Never her screaming. She was silent. Silently strong. That’s what she told herself. But she still loved her. A daughter’
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