An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
A cat clawed into your chest and chewed on your Heart.
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
It isn't schizophrenia when you write about the voices in your head and get it published. That's talent. "I have figured out what C.E.O. stands for: It means Caveman, with an Ego, who is Obese." -Jase Robertson, Duck Dynasty
Killed when you ate a italian pizza. (Poisoned of course).
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
It isn't schizophrenia when you write about the voices in your head and get it published. That's talent. "I have figured out what C.E.O. stands for: It means Caveman, with an Ego, who is Obese." -Jase Robertson, Duck Dynasty
Oh wow. Thanks. Really? Killed because of thermonuclear reactions inside the earth's core, where you were sucked in prior to an asteroid striking the surface.
Killed because you jumped so high you jumped into space.
(Drawed a Blank)
Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And then the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!
You found a butterfly haven where the insects we like a fog and tried to speak with the butterflies. Unfortunately, they did not want to talk to you and so they flew away. You were left vulnerable in the open and noticed one set of eyes across the little open area. You stood perfectly still, hoping it would go away. It did and you breathed much easier until you realized that there was a hot breath in your face that was not your own. You looked down your nose to see the eyes, a bodiless set of eyes, and then realized that it was not just eyes. Teeth began to show and before you could see the full set, you turned and started to run. The creature pounced. You literally never saw IT coming.
"It is perfectly okay to write garbage – as long as you edit brilliantly" C.J. Cherryh
You lost your breath while reading that huge paragraph of yours, then just as someone was about to call 911, one direction showed up and they left you.
Do the people think that they will be left to say, "We believe" and they will not be tried? (29:2)
How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of. — Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
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