“Yes of course! What are we going to talk about?” The curiosity in her eyes told me she came down here, looking for the story of her life. Or better, the story of my life. That's what I'm about to give her.
Bleach, cold fingers, rushing over nothing
The water isn´t moving, but you feel the storm.
Blood shot, empty eyes searching for nothing
The smile, you are faking, staring through the darkness.
Darkness inside you, filled up with nothing.
Ok this is my first angel diary fan fiction in English.
The original fan fiction has the same name but is in German.
I am not very good in writing English so I am sure that I made many mistakes. Please forgive me but I can't do it better.
Anyway I hope you like it.
Midorima frowned, troubled. Another hour till their match, and he could not seem to calm down and concentrate. He had woken up flushed this morning, fragments of hazy dreams not quite fading in his mind. He had tried to shake them off, but it had just got
She sighed, not really understanding what he was going on about. Maybe nobody could understand, what he was on about, maybe it was just her own fault too. Her fingers combed through her short, red hair, while her she looked at him – up and down.
A smile crossed his face by the distant sound of a heavy hammer forming fervent iron.
His fingers smoothly stoke the strings of his lute, educed a few more wonderful harmonic tones of it.
Dean was always there to make him feel save. But he coulnd't explain the wound, couldn't explain the pain itself – he just knew that it was terrible and that he couldn't sleep due to that pain.
Dear Severus,
you might be surprised to get those lines from me. I have the desire, though, to formulate them and eventually make up for the things that seemed to have went wrong between us.
Dumbledore told me you joined the Order. It filled my heart with joy to hear that.
The blood was enough to save Riff. Riff saved Cain and they escaped their destiny. Cain bought a manor and took his family away from london. Cain ponders his life away and tries to stay away from his life as earl of poison.
What mattered now was that CLU found a way to reward him appropriately for his unquestioning obedience.
The master program thought long about what the reward could be. Rinzler was created to fight, common entertainment would never satisfy him.
I don't own Sally, Jack, Dr. Finkelstein or Igor. They're all Tim Burton's property. English is not my first language: although I've done my best to write correctly, maybe you'll spot some errors in the text. If something's not clear, please let me know.
It was Christmas eve, year 2007.
Mickey, a tall young man, was standing on a bridge, staring on the horizon. For some people it may have looked like he wanted to jump of the bridge, for others as if he was just sad.
ain't it funny how changes
haven't turned out as such at last?
it just depends on the watcher's sight
who thought it'd be so easy
2 make a nightmare out of a peaceful dream
the beautiful flowers got rotten in seconds
the delighting view reveals as a
What kind of life did you live
what you did was never enough
no one looked at you
you walked all alone
You were so lonely
the wind was so cold
but you still went on
even when your feet were frozen
and your eyes went blind
You always keep on going
and now I´m so shocked
A little Ron and Hermine Christmas story
"Hey, Harry, Herm! My mother asked if you want to come in the Christmasholidays to us."
Hermine and Harry turned back: "That's nice of your mother. I think my parents will agree."
"Ähmm, Ron.....
A Love Story:
'What I Did for Love'
********** PART 1 **********
June 17, 1999
My name is Mina Nam. I'm 19, still very yout I am dying. Not right now but my l is slowly fading away as I'm writing my story. At this moment I'm sitting at 'our' spot.
Together ...
togehter with you
My heart beat so fast ..
I can´t have enough of your beautiness
So, come and kick me ..
But you will see
I stand up again ..
I stand up for you
Again and again ..
Come and break me down
Break my heart in thousend pieces ..