That night Jake laid awake, staring at the ceiling. In his mind he replayed the horrific scene of Whitney falling out of the car and seeing her limp, lifeless body lay there. Tear once again stung his eyes but he tried hard to fight them back. He got up and went to the closet, opening it and reaching around for a shoe box. He found it and pulled out a small blue satan box. He opened it as he sat on the foot of the bed. In the box was a gild Tiffany diamond ring. He had planned to propose to Whitney but it was to late.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, you don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not writing for a while. Soccer has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope you like it.
A few tears ran down his cheeks as he looked at the ring, the way it sparkled in the moonlight streaming in through the window. Just then the phone rang. Jake turned and picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked softly. The voice on the other end was sweet and delicate, one he'd never heard before.
"You miss her, don't you?" the voice asked. Jake was stunned for a second.
"Who is this?" he asked, worry lacing his voice. The sweet, melodic voice on the other end laughed.
"Oh honey, you don't need to worry. I won't hurt you."
Sorry about not writing for a while. Soccer has kept me super busy and I might not be able to write for a while. But I'll try. Sorry about this chapter being so short. I've had writers block. Well, hope you like it.
you seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows you
like a hook,
won't let you go,
won't leave you alone.
You smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that you hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves you not,
you don't see the angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give you a strength.
You long for life
that you don't know of,
you seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
Hayly's gucci boots
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits by Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to move tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a fire earlier, and let me tell you journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the fire ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a tree
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the top you see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this day those who were near said it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
next chapter "The pookie Returns"
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