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I’m often told I don’t know what love is. As though I would pass off a tickle in my tummy as such a trecherous feeling. As if my years restrict my emotions. They do not. Isn’t it true that no one can be trusted better with a difficult situation than someone that isn’t in it? Examining it scientifically, detatchedly and calmy. Shouldnm’t that be how I am now? Not reduced to this pitiful display you see before you; of tears and turmoil. No, it would not do for my beloved to see me like this. And it most certainly would not due for those that care for me to see such a betrayed, tortured look to my being. My tall sta

Charlotte had long dark hair. She never really knew what she was doing, and so for the first few years of her life she was very happy. Then, all of a sudden, she had to chose what she wanted to be when she got old enough. She hadn’t a clue. She got a haircut. Charlotte decided she didn’t want to be like anyone else. This was around about the same time that everyone else in her class had arrived at the same conclusion. Everyone was so unique, Charlotte didn’t see how they all managed to be the same. Or how she managed to fit right in. She started wearing her hair in a high ponytail. So did Carla. She tried a low braid. So

Numbers swirl around in my head Mama never said it felt this way Like I wish I was dead Even if I was okay How would I know I am? You’re gone now And I don’t know how to cope Losing Hope Whap! Bam! Pow! You hit me hard, But I hit you harder Even if I wish I hadn’t You’ll not come back Neither will I For I’m stubborn as death And twice as dark And I even know it’s nothing to fear But life without you is. That’s why I’d hold you close when near. Seal a slippery fate with a kiss But no. It’s not for me. You’re the one I’ll always miss But life’s a fickle thing Just li

You: You haven't been at the morgue, where are you Molly? -SH Stranger: I'm sorry, Sherlock. I'm off sick.. Is there something you needed? Mx You: It's been a month. Have you seen a doctor or do you want to tell me where you've really been? -SH Stranger: Sherlock, I've just been busy. I'll be back soon, I promise. Mx You: Sherlock sighed as he looked down at her answer. Since Moriarty had come back, Molly had barely come out of her house. The officers and Mycrofts agents, not to mention his own homeless network, had done little to convince her of her safety. He'd had to go to her flat to see her at all. He looked

Know a boy, 'Course I do. Lives life on the edge, Keeps me up all night, But he's on the other side of the world. He taught me what it is to fight, How it feels when your life goes unfurled. He's a morning rooster, A hell of a booster. Distant as a sunrise, Dark as ebony, Always planning his next surprise. Knows he's the world to me. Says I put the stars to his sky, But I'll never know why. They say I don't need him to be complete, Of course I don't, But it feels good whenever we meet. The day it doesn't is the day I won't. Whatever they say, whatever I say, You're still the best part of the day. That's not to say you're perfect, not by a

"See you soon." Click. That's it. I run into Reece coming up the stairs. She has wide eyes and messed up hair, like she's run the whole way home from work. "I need a ride." I say quickly to her. "’Why, 'ello Reece! 'Ow was your day? Oh, by the way, I slept with Harry Styles on the first date.'" she crosses her arms. "The interview was bogus. I swear Reece. We didn't even hold hands. It was completely boring- innocent. Completely innocent. Please, I can't drive and I need you. I'll explain on the way?" She takes one look at my puppy dog eyes and crumbles under my cuteness power. Or pity. Either way, she lets me into the car. "Okay.

Gotta gotta gotta bit of a problem here, can't be fixed, can't be changed. Well, I guess it could be worse. Frosts under my feet, I can't think about these people that I meet, So many names and so many faces, so hard to keep straight. Leaves crunch better when they're frozen, I slip a bit too easily, Did I step too freely? “Cause when I walk in they don't say hi, give me a dirty look and turn away, thoughtless. Mindless. Open-mouthed, lacking not the sense to question but the resolve. Still I stand, hand-in-hand, wishing I could rest my head. 'it's a girl?' 'who is it?' Feelin' low, but happy as can be, well, I'm finally bei

Chapter 12 Susan "Wait, so you're telling me.... Drake Catington could beat up Josh Freddies?" "In a nutshell, yeah." I cross my arms defensively under Sophia's gaze. "But... Josh Freddies is so.... Hot." "No way! Look at his hair, he looks like he's been frightened to death by something!" James puts his hands up over his head and wiggles his fingers. "Like a cat." "Guys got a point." I say pointedly to Sophia. "Whatever. Josh is the one and only, just like his song, 'The One and Only'. 'Ooh baby now, Ooh baby how-'" "Aaaaahhh!!!" James cups his hands over his ears and scrunches up his face in pain. "It Buuurrrrnnnsss!!!!!" "O