Chapter One of The End Chapter OneChapter One of The End by skw543
Thunder cracked and lightning flashed in the sky. It was raining hard. This was just god-awful weather to be in with no shelter. The only thing that could possibly make this worse would be if Cassidy ran into an infected, or worse much worse a hoard. With Cassidy’s luck that was likely to happen. She opened her blue backpack and took out her hoody, pulling it over her head and drew up the hood. Usually she wore her leather jacket but it was raining and the hood at least covered her head. She was drenched and freezing with no shelter- if she didn't find some place soon, hypothermia might set in. But this was not going to be the end for her. She had worked to hard surviving this apocolypse to get taken out by a storm. All she could do now was keeping walking and hope would that she would find some place to wait this storm out. After a few more hours of walking aimlessly, she stumbled upon a shed.
I'm Yours Chapter 3610th May 10:12PM – Nick’s CarI'm Yours Chapter 36 by JenWriting
I suppose I don’t even have to say how awkward dinner was after all that. Nick wouldn’t even look at me and when he did it was when I wasn’t looking. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and when I caught his eyes he sighed, looked down and played with his food. I guess he was trying to figure me out. I couldn’t even figure myself out so how could he?
I was wrong to think that I could just run away and leave it all behind. I guess I knew it would catch up with me at some point but I wish I had more time being treated like a normal girl by Nick. I mean I’m single so why can’t I just enjoy it?
After dinner Dad and Mr Archer left to go to their favourite bar for a couple of drinks and talk business. They left us ‘Young ones’ to go and ‘get a coke’ at the hotel bar. I shit you not. Honestly, Mr Archer even shoved a twenty in my hand and patted my head. My dad
Love? or Want?Love? or Want? by EngimaticNDN
Vulnerable are the words I have, no matter the amount of sand I take
I watch as the clouds pass me by and a painful joy refuse me, as the raindrops I crave
No fear of what is being talked about my name, I walk the grey streets as those before me
Yet I know there is someone for me, but why are they so far away? struggling without me
These wall, these paths I take are known, yet they are all unknown!
The safety and the comfort of some.
The joy of being who I am, even in the rain or dusk
I want their arms to hold me and let me know I am special
YES! special in some special way... maybe my name
Or a phrase like "I Love You"
Words mean a lot when they are sincere as they are from you
Raindrops don't mean the same as they did when you said my name...
What matters is what you feel about me, even if I failed or if I lied to you
What I want is you to be... to be happy If I am not the one who makes you feel this way...
I want to cry when I know I am not making you feel what
EmptyTake another drink now; let’s forget how to be soberEmpty by xxdraxx
So I could throw up memories too painful to remember
There are no rules or regulations when you’re minds on the far side
We drown our demons in bottles and throw them to the night.
Drink enough and I’ll do something I’ll regret.
Send her a text and maybe we’ll wake in bed.
This next line won’t rhyme – it’s just you
‘Cause the only thing up in my mind is just you.
Okay, that was lame, see when I think of you
I get lost for words and all I spit is turd or worst,
I choke, when I’m depressed you’re someone I used to run to but
Now it’s all empty.
Fuck it I got more to say before my mind fades away,
I wonder what’ll be first, my life or your damn face,
You’re eyes, nose and lips, you were my sun.
So could you serenade this one time and become my gun?
Never mind, get me another round, so I could bleed out the sound
Of your voice, Am I drunk in love? Of cour
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How To Find The Way BackHow to find the way backHow To Find The Way Back by Shellylynn45
From a life you don’t know how
You got there going blindly
Running from everything so far
Chasing fighting after madness
Trying to prove it as a dream
Fighting all who stand before you
Saying you don’t feel a thing
But there’s pain an aching lonely
That threatens all it will consume
Telling that this will only
Spell out for certain doom
Home fires burn no longer brightly
Can’t see them well enough to turn back
Bringing it all down with you
In a raging heart attack
Lost so far in the darkness
And you see so little light
Wishing for home so very badly
To leave behind this endless night
The endless sorrow of always searching
For something hidden you don’t know
And to get back is still a mystery as to which direction to go
So they point out where to go
Tell you get back where it is they are
But you’ve changed and you are different
Still feeling way to far
Off from where you should be
Still chasing after dreams
Won’t give up
100 Theme Challenge 1:100This was the world in which people lived. Reality was a whole story of its own and yet some people out there in the world try and wrestle the absolute truths of the planet into words. They subdue the words and beat them into submission before writing them down on the blank pieces of paper before them. These are the artists of the story, masters of written words, tasked with the ability to bring the smallest of ideas and write them for the rest of humanity.100 Theme Challenge 1:100 by Rebel-Night
But why do they do this? To many it seems a waste of time and talent and it is the invasion of one's own privacy to publish these works. The many of people it does not make sense but to those of us who write it can make a lot of sense. There are a great many reasons why one person would write and then publish it.
To some it is the fame that may ensue from a book to others it is the peace of mind when the worlds have flooded out in a torrent from their mind and emptied it for another to take its place. And still then some write just t
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