I was stood looking out of the window, looking out onto the crisp, blue sky. The wonderfully blue ocean, not far away, was beautiful, rippling in the soft breeze outside. The waves crashing against the sandy, yellow shores, underneath the slanted palm trees.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and as I swung round, realised that it was my father, prompting me to go outside and enjoy the day ahead.
I stepped outside carefully. The sun was shining on me, the light warming me.
I drew my mobile from my pocket and held down '2', the speed dial for Terry.
It rang repeatedly, eventually, she picked up. A stern voice came, "Hello?"
"Yeah hi..." I answe
Current Residence: Earth Favourite genre of music: any. jus like wat i hear i suppose Favourite photographer: - Favourite style of art: - Operating System: - MP3 player of choice: ipod Shell of choice: - Wallpaper of choice: - Skin of choice: - Favourite cartoon character: brian
Not only do I not know what to get him for Christmas, I don't know what to get anyone else either! Another reason to hate Christmas really. What do you want for Christmas? 'I don't really know- surprise me'- otherwise translated as: 'I shouldn't have to tell you- you should know what I like, what with being my friend. Oh and make it a better present than last year!' Isn't it hard to buy for someone else- if you don't know what you want how can you shop for someone else?! Then you get to grade their 'pretend happy expression' on their face when they get bubble bath and have been dropping 'subtle hints' all year about a new hairdryer (subtle hi
I wrote this when I was in a writing mood but have found that I always find it difficult to get past the introduction parts of my writing stuff..
"Touché" said the man as his worn hand reached inside his coat and recoiled swiftly, aiming the gun in between the subject's eyes and taking him out so effortlessly that the man himself was almost surprised…Almost.
Looking around, he blew the smoke from the barrel of his weapon, and smirking at the subject's demise, strolled away into the greasy darkness of the alley way behind him.
Another thing i wrote that no-one will bother reading.. ¬_¬
And YES, I KNOW- it's crap- no need to tell me that!
Sometimes the things that you don't want to do are things that have to be done, to keep someone in your life or to patch things over. Temporarily treated for pain your heart starts to heal and again your friendship starts to grow until the cracks there hardly show but there's still one thing you'll never know- how long will the patchwork last?