Your bright blue eyes tell pretty little lies Your lips, cherry red the only thing I truly dread Yet won't you let that sweet smile just stay for a while Won't you let it linger
Excuse me .. (taptap) Do you think red is the colour for me ? I saw it on someone who looked like she'd be A similar age and the same shape as me
Over the Heaven-dreaming moon; Down through the canyons deep in shadow; - - "Fly, swiftly fly," came the call of the sky, - - "If you seek for El-Dorado."
I wrote this within 5 minutes of reading one of Ray Bradbury's brilliant stories. One of my favourite Sci-Fi authors of all time who has just died.
After hastily spreading the legs of his latest pick up, Sebastian Ray crouched there like a lion in a feeding frenzy, his tongue growing numb from the strain of his efforts.
When I woke up I was alone on the blue velvet couch. No sign of Camila or Ana. Thin brownish lines of dried blood ran down from my chest as a reminder.
As Grandfather Atkins sat down, he clicked the switch on his chair. Slowly the seat slid back to a more comfortable position. Then he picked up the remote and turned on the wall screen.
"In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
the way she tucked him into bed with a kiss, then seeing him off to school next day
You are my destiny, you are my book of life, what are you doing with that knife? I worship and adore you, never ignore you, understanding and compassion; never question your suggestions;