The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.
Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies...” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.
Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?" Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds.
I repeated the question and gave a heaving sigh of relief when Jameson said I had the wrong idea.
"He's going to 'lead us into temptation.'"
"That doesn't sound so bad," Des said with a cheeky grin.
A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.
Her problem is with pretty,” Tennyson said. "She thinks I’ll need all these dresses in college. Like I would ever in a billion years pledge a sorority. I’ll pack a few of these to be ironic, though. I can wear them to, like, truck stops at night with mascara running down my cheeks and stuff.
Faith is not just thinking you can do things, but believing god can handle all things!
Love, he does not know this word, and worse, he does not know that feeling in his existence. ~Emily
I thought he was an angel in black clothes, but in fact, he is the demon in person,"
~Emily