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My poems I think of the spur of thy moment

And when the day returns to ashes and dark you'll find me stealing ephemeral infinities, like a thousand songs never again to be sung under fallen stars and mechanical cities. A collection of the poems I wrote in 2015 [ © 2015 by shaye ]

Me and my best friends life time goals

this is the best story 2k15

Hello ^-^ Here, I'm just making covers for people who want to get a nice cover on their story/stories. This is free of charge, and I will need you to message me and either give me a picture or a(n) good idea of what to do. I will also need a summary of the story, and what not I will make covers for anybody, If you do not like it, tell me in a professional manor and I will attempt another cover. If that one is not suitable for your story, then you probably should look for somebody else. I hope you enjoy me making these for you good day ^-^ ~K

"What do you want?" "You."

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DISCLAMER MAY HAVE GRAMMER INCORECTIONS

A story that follows Katherine  through the basic horrors of life, starting with high-school.

Mr. Sorenson's second period English

A girl Named Sierra Kennedy who was left By the side of the road........ A Blood that wasn't meant to be Spilled Bloodshed Discalmier the Photos I use it not mine and This is my first time writing about Wolves. Hope you enjoy! Story By Thunderbolt_33 Email me Schejoan0138@hopkinsschools.org

going a whole summer living with the one boy you've hated since the 1st grade isn't all that easy.

I dug my phone out of my pocket, shoving the white rectangular device to my ear, I groaned at the caller ID, but answered anyway. "You had better have a good reason for interrupting me on this lovely Californian afternoon," I spat annoyingly. A deep voice erupted from the other line of the phone, right before a hearty chuckle escaped from his mouth, "good to see you haven't changed, sis." "He hasn't seen me in four years and he thinks he knows a guy?" I say, laughing at my attempt to tease him. "Enough of the chitchat, get back to the point," I heard a deep voice that sent shivers right to my core in the otherwise silent background. I don't recognize the voice, but I could already tell he was probably the most compelling, sovereign individual you would meet. It only peeked my interest to see a face to match the intonation. I caught my brother clearing his throat, trying to act intimidating. "Listen, sis, I need a favor. My entire reputation and the Ferrari is depending on you. You need to come to New York," he says in such a menacing tone. No doubt wanting to show off to his friend. He thinks I'll just do it? With nothing in return for me? Why that son-of-a-bitch, literally, demands a favor? After he so recklessly gambled on me without my knowledge? He thinks that he is almighty and just because he got our parents corporation he calls the shots, just like that, and only to tell me that I need to do him a solid. "No," I say sternly, "and if you ever contact me again Beckham, I will-" "You don't have a choice here, "sis", you have no job, no house, but a mutt and a red Chevy named Callum. If you don't come willingly, well," he scoffs, the low raspy and angelic voice says, "I'll just have to come and get you, La Mia dolce," the voice that isn't my brother's whispers.

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