My choir exam musical-Marry you-
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The date is feburary 14th 2020. The pail evening sky is freckled with evening stars. The distant horizan is a red as fire. I can feel the heat pounding in my cheeks, ive never been so nervous. sitting in the bride room with my mom she has a huge smile on her face as she tells me how beautiful i look. i open the door. Down the isle i see his sweet face. I love him so much, hes my best friend,
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i cant wait to spend every day with him, is all i can think as family and friends turn to look at me, faces light up and smiles crack along every face.
I take my first step down, my heels pressing down into the fresh cut grass. People dressed in every color, and myself in white, tiny flowers placed all over my red hair, my vail tickling my nose as i walk. My dads arm wrapped around me, he takes a deep breath and i can tell he pushes away the te
short poemLines of black and shuttering blue
nothing more then these words are true.
The lightest eyes though which we shalt not see.
While i see the beauty is everyone, but me.
loveNeverDiesIn the crisp soring air, sunlight shines off what little traces of snow lie upon the ground. The young woman, Lillian Ross, with long hair as light as the sunlit snow hops gracefully over the curb side puddle, while laughter rumbles threw her chest, she looks over her shoulder at the man she loves. His long are reaches for hers. As she lands the end of her heel graces the puddle causing a spray of glowing water to arise, dousing the man, Jeremy Ross.
The very same man's eyes flicker open, scanning the room slowly with them, he realizes that all of that was a dream of a distance memory, running his tired eyes over the room once again he stops, looking up at this large mechanical bed, with which faint breathing is heard, a faint stream of light slides across the floor, and flickers on a face asleep in the bed. Getting to his feet the man walks slowly over to the bedside, grabbing the hand of the sleeping person, he looks down onto the face, of the women in his dream, the one person who h
betterUnfinished"Piece of crap" I whisper to him, reaching in his back seat, grabbing the basket all bat, I smash the rear window into millions of shards and pieces.. Maybe I should start from the beginning .
We were best friends, spent every single day together, I knew her better then I knew myself, and in a way I was in love with her, like more than just being friends, but until this time I could never really figure it out. We did everything together, until she started dating him, he was so bad to her, but she kept going to back after every break-up after every bruise and swear word. I don't quite understand why, even now. I've never seen her so miserable, or so happy. I started to hate her; she had talked for years before that about how people who stay in relationships like that need some help and need to know that it's not hard to be strong. I thought she was stronger, until one day. They had just gotten in another terrible fight, she was new to her apartment and living alone at this time, so