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Johnny was sitting across from me and I knew what he was going to say before it came out of his mouth, “Life is too important to take serio
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I don’t think of you. And I don’t care about love anymore. I’m not Meghan anymore, I’m Sunny now.
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Shit! I thought. The ecstacy is wearing off. My head felt empty and my chest hurt as I struggled to find enough energy to cough. My mouth i
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The soft flick of a lighter awakens me from my zoned out gaze. I blink my eyes and scan the room, my focus only briefly lingering on the various drugs, pipes and needles that littered the floor. I hesitate for a moment, tryin
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written / 7-28-07 / Just walking into the room, I could tell something was wrong. / "Dan? Ashley?" There was no response. I walked through the livingroom into my bedroom, figuring that they'd gone out on
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"Is magic," the man explained, still grinning his horrible grin. "Is to transport you to fairyland."
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You would find us under puffs of smoke, rolling endlessly up to the garage roof. Cigarette buds at our feet and blue bong being passed fr
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she wakes up to hear screaming outside her door,she heard her brothers voice screaming "you tell her what you did! tell her now!".the other
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Bernette looked down at her clumpy black shoes, and wished that she had put a frown on instead. This was not how people were meant to act in the office! He was meant to explain the outline for a new shipping into company head
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Bernette looked down at her clumpy black shoes, and wished that she had put a frown on instead. This was not how people were meant to act in the office! He was meant to explain the outline for a new shipping into company head
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I gazed out at the endless pasture and corn. Such a nice little place the Catskills was, out of the big city and such. I gently brushed my
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by stephaniemeyerfan
500 words, 2 comments,
on May 27 1:04 AM 2007. In Angst, Crime, Drama, Drugs, Inspirational, Love, Novel, Other, Romance, Young adult
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As we pile into Paul’s two door, volts wagon I volunteer to sit in the back. I don’t really care as long as I get the whole backseat to mys
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“So Ash, you really look good now, I mean you looked good before but, your hair grew so long. It looks awesome” I run my hand through my ha
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When we walk through the door I smell something like roast, or pork chops in the oven. / / “Dad!” I yell, kicking off my shoes onto the shoe rack. “Are you home yet?!” / / “I’m just leaving to go pick up your dad” Linda says while appearing fr
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Pushing the cigarette in my leg I gasped, it didn’t hurt as much as I expected it to and felt foolish for being so afraid. As the smoke dis
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My fingers felt like they were on fire. I poured my soul into that song, god knows, every ounce of it. But they didn't care. Hell, I could of played that song completely wrong, they wouldn't care. All they care about is the hit. I was sick of touring, and
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The figure nearby me shifted, as if subtly demanding my immediate attention. I turned my head to face him as his eyes stretched lazily across the aisle. He spoke after a moment of deliberation. / / “You gotta sleep sometime, Jamie,” he said with a r
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You should’ve never stepped out of the light
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I sit here by the window, the same way I do every morning. From my window, I can see everyone who walks by, on their way down to the port..
by Drac
400 words, 7 comments,
on Apr 24 12:24 AM 2007. In Drugs, Life
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