FrerardFrank, Ray, Gerard, Matt and Mikey sat on the grass looking at the stars. “Hey guys! A shooting star!” Frank exclaimed. “Make a wish, Frankie,” Gerard said, smiling at the younger boy. Frank squeezed his eyes shut, and made a wish. *** Frank walked slowly up the stairs, afraid of what was he was going to do. He lay down on his bunk bed, staring at the wooden frame. After what seemed like hours, the door of the bus swung open. “Hello? Is there anyone home?” Gerard yelled. Frank grunted a reply as Gerard lay on his bunk-bed. “Hey, Frankie,” he said, nonchalaFrerard
The BlizzardThe Blizzard The white flakes fall like autumn leaves Coating the groundThe Blizzard
Dappled sunlight shines through the forest
Son of GuyEvangeline “State your purpose,” the guard at the gate says. “Buying food,” I say. “Go through,” he replies as the portcullis opens. I step into the small town of Nottingham, glad to be away from the others for the day. Going into town is a rarity, especially on market day. Pulling my hood over my head, I walk past the stalls, marvelling at the smells coming from every direction. I walk around, buying whatever I need to make a weeks-worth of meals for twenty men. As I weave through the bustling people, I notice three children, about my age, playing a game. For a moment, I forget what fatheSon of Guy
Devious Journal Entry
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asking me why I love My Chemical Romance and anime is like asking me why I breath
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asking me why I love My Chemical Romance and anime is like asking me why I breath
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asking me why I love My Chemical Romance and anime is like asking me why I breath
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