Friday, 5 February 2010
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Welcome to my blog :)
About Me
- Drea
- London, United Kingdom
- Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth
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(This is what boredom and being not tired at 2 am does to a person...nah hope u enjoy...PS pls join the STOP CHILD ABUSE cause on my faceb... -
When I was five, maybe I was six, I don't know. My family took me to the beach. My mom, she picked up her book and laid there beneat... -
Hazel Whiche collasped gently into the soft comfort of the river bank. At this time of year the river was more of a stream, but it still t... -
The wonders of a world confounds The deepness of mind Echoes of beauty never understood The path in which we strive The memoirs of a lo... -
(Dedicated to Aisha Khan...heres a happy story hopefully ... I enjoyed writing this based on my favorite fairytale Rumpelstiltskin) T... -
The sound of her voice still echoes through my mind as it tears through my sodden flesh. The rhythmic pulsing of her once beating heart thr... -
(55 word story challenge) The monotonous tick of the clock echoes throughout the room, triggering a fresh rush of panic as pens and pe... -
I unintentionally took a long hiatus..but trust me a new story is comming ....definately worth the wait!! mwah! Copyright © 2010 by Andr...
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I gazed at him. “I hate it!” I grumbled, “Why do I only get to see you here, but she’s always with you. It’s so not fair.” He laughed as h... -
I. In the dawn of all that is, the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. He spoke into the formless expanse and from it ...
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