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"I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone, wait for me to come home"
"I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone, wait for me to come home"
A tear fell from my eyelash. "No, no, no! This isn't happening." =+= Jay is by herself, now, in the apocalyptic world. No one to help her. No one to save her. But how can she possibly manage? Maybe the question is: Will she possibly manage?
"No sir, there's no way in hell I intend to let her go, sir." in which the zombie apocalypse has started
She thought he was the shy type, the kind that would take you out on romantic dates and cuddle with you while watching movies. Little did she know, he was a beast in kittens fur. She now knows, he's the kind of guy that would take the chance if he sees it, he would do it anywhere and anytime, and when he wants it...sh...
❝You can fall asleep on my knees, and I'll hold your hand. Separate yourself from the darkness in this world, and slip into a peaceful land.❞ ➸WINNER OF CUBE FIC AWARDS 2 "UNFINISHED" CATEGORY➸ ©2015 FiretruckingAwesome
Some say that you can go through mirrors, but your reflection is in the way. Jaylyn lives with her older brother, Jordan. He's a gamer and has gamer friends and makes a little money off it. (He's a little overprotective though.) Jaylyn starts having nightmares and winds up on the other side of the mirror. What waits f...
she had her head in the clouds. they were there to pull her back down. but not every story has a happily ever after, no, sometimes you're just dreaming. [edited]