Genre Drama. Page - 9
I only have one friend and her name is Mike, she's always pushing me to do things like walk with Soren. but does Soren like me? maybe he just wants to be with me because of my familys money?
Bambi is back again. Him and Faline have 4 kids and one of the way! His mother is alive but his father isn't. Or so he thinks. I hope you all enjoy my story!
Table of Hearts
Based on the novel Jurassic Park....Come and take a journey with us as we tell you the tale of a time when all was new and all was lost...enjoy it!!!
Last evening when we were at dinner, wine was offered to me. It was very well-mixed, sweet and delicious - but when I gave it to Thoré and he tasted it, he commented on its extreme sweetness, and it struck me that there was too much sweetness in the wine. So I would drink no more, nor allow my friends to do so; and although shortly afterwards we were very sick, we were saved through the grace of God and the good remedies which were at hand. … There is no end to the list, Madame; and then add to it all those who died at her command at the St. Bartholomew. It is a long list of murders, Madame. "Even for an Italian woman," she admitted. "Ah, Madame," you have spoken truly. I hope that one day, there will be slipped into her wine that Italian piece. That is what I wish. It is the wish of all of Paris." She came away smiling. Better to win hatred than indifference. She laughed aloud. The Queen Mother ruled France. She was glad they realized that.
I was walking down the road when I noticed four men with their tattoo, which read 'THAL'. I was kidnapped twice. Once when I went out for air, second, in my own bedroom.
Music and morals will NEVER be the same. The life and death of Ash Hammond, world's first armless music conductor/composer (as told by images, the London Metro Police & Ash's mentor, Andrew McDiamird in a hypothetical moral relativistic world) will redefine everything you knew about Justice, Conducting and Murder.
One day, Young Saeng wakes up in hospital. He doesn't understand why he is so achy and bruised, yet what frightens him the most is the fact, that he doesn't know who he is. All of his memories are gone and no one is even looking for him. After being treated he's discharged and thanks to the kindness of the first person he get closely to know, the nurse named Kim Aeri, he's in ability to start a new life.
However the past distresses him. What he has done in the previous life, that there's no trace of it left? Unfortunately for him and his new friend - it's not as pleasant as they could dream off. Inconceivable answers turn out to be true.
“Hmm. Then I guess you gotta go.” The man’s muscles, which were meek and slim, slowly expanded to the size of a large flatscreen television. “They call me Tank. You’ll see why,” Tank winded up a punch. Grian looked at his sides and noticed Flame’s men surrounding him, appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere. They blocked every exit except the one behind Grian. The grim reaper stood behind him. “See ya!” Tank shouted. He threw the punch and hit Grian, dead center. Grian propped his dagger in front of him, but the force of the punch knocked off the dangerously slim and weak Grian off the rooftop. Grian dropped his dagger and held onto the ends of the rooftop. Tank chuckled as he watched Grian holding onto the rooftops for dear life. “You had a chance. But you sliced my offer in half. Now you’re about to die.” Tank laughed as his muscles retracted. Tank crouched down and plucked off one finger. The men laughing up a storm. He plucked off another finger. Then another. Grian’s grip loosened, dropping his right hand, dangling in the air aimlessly. “Have you ever heard of the phrase, A titan rises slowly, but falls quickly?” Tank asked. The men around him sneered and joked at Grian’s expense. “Guess that phrase was about you.” Tank plucked all five fingers of his left hand, dropping him. Tank let out a big laugh as he watched the fear in Grian’s eyes grow.
