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the girl
Contributed by
greyboi
on
Friday, 9th September 2011 @ 11:01:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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as he pelted through the pitch black darkness the wind howling past
the thought of home began to dawn in his mind,the chase the race he hoped he would last
the world spinning around the dark wood panning into and around the trees then suddenly he stopped
to a freeze
why was he dashing he was stong , brave and inderpendent as voices and cackeling came pounding through
the tall dark trees
he curld into a ball and swimming in his mind why dose bad ***** always happen to me
the boys arrived and started to haunt and taughment poke and prod
a boy turnd to another and gave i vigerous nod
they gave a quick tug off a tree branched and brick were gave to all three
to hit and smash the poor boy at the age of 15 this would kill and distroy
bloodshed and moans groans no one could hear fear of life fear fear
as a siren came towards the story shouold start not with a run but with great awards
as the boys ran away to tell firends about there day , the boy layed flat on the ground still in a curl
his last throughts was still of that one girl
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Re: the girl
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by AmberAmethyst on
Friday, 9th September 2011 @ 04:17:45 PM AEST
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i think that that is beautiful...i wish more guys were like that poor kid in your story...:(
good write tho! |
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