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Imaginary Friends Remember when you were little and had "Imaginary friends?" These invisible people that you would talk to and claim as your best friend?
I remember. I use to have this one imaginary friend and he was my best friend. We would talk.. watch tv.. play with my toys, and such.
Thinking back to those memories, I smile a bit. After thinking about it some more.. it started to become weird..
I remember browsing the internet, mostly about the paranormal since I'm kinda obsessed with that stuff, and I remember reading something that said "Kids are more likely to see ghosts then adults or older kids."
Then I started to think.. what if our imaginary friends.. were actually spirits?
Jolly Sailor Bold Her voice was like silk, bouncing off the damp cove walls. The song was hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing to the ear. The young sailor continued on his way towards her, enchanted by both the song, and the voice. Boots sloshing through the wet sand, the sailor eagerly walked to his true love. His brain was fuzzy and scrambled, but one thing he knew was to walk towards her. It kept pulling him towards it, pulling him to the angel that was singing.
'My heart is pierced by cupid
I disdain o' glittering gold
There’s nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.'
She was sitting atop a large rock, her long, wet, black hair covering most of her exposed back. Her skin was fair, giving her an already haunting look to her. Before the sailor could react, he caught a glimpse of shimmering gold and green beneath the water. He let out a content sigh, watching as her body moved in water. She paused, making the sailor snap out of the trance her song kept him in. Turning slowly, she smi
Advantage of being tinyYou were always felt out of place because to you your family are giants but on day you decided to take a vantage out of it it can be any family member u want .
18+ is allowed and no killing my oc
'I Was in Love'Her rich blonde hair, brushed with dark auburn stripes, captivated me. It captivated me. But not as much as the way she caressed her glass, full of whiskey and wit. Head shaven in at one side, letting the light hit her left side beautifully, I smiled.
The mysterious womans' blue eyes shimmered, the dull lights which illuminated the room poorly seemed like God's rays descending from above. My spine began to tingle, and whether it was influenced by the drink or not, I was in love.
Tattoo's cascading down both her arms, the skulls and roses and other rugged things hugged her thin but muscular arms so tightly. Her tattoos seemed to be a shell, because her laugh was like one of an innocent little girl. The bartender, Bradley. had her laughing at all the right times, kept her smiling, and kept the drink flowing to my unfortunate temper.
If only I weren't the scruffy mess in the corner. If only I weren't the unshaven, stubbly, grubby man that my father always knew I was going to be. If only m
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
MGM Gate -1 (part 14)
Evelyn copied information off their ID's then handed it back to them. There was only one thing left. Lucas handed Godlwing's private number to Evelyn. She placed it on top of the rest of the papers.
After the officers left, Lucas walked around the zoo. He came across a partially shut door. When he opened it he saw camera equipment. He had a curious look on his face. He didn't know what it was there for, or even how it got there. He just closed the door in a cold shoulder manner. Lucas then walked over to Hanz Patrick and Maxi standing at the entrance gate. "Do y'all know, how that camera equipment got into the back closet, to the left of the black lions exhibit?"
"I don't know," Maxi said.
"That door was locked!" Hanz shouted.
Patrick shut the power. All the bulbs on the chandeliers blew out, like candles, only without the occurring smoke. They had left the zoo the way they found it, animal-less.
Meanwhile, spotters were watching over the city from several rooftops. Everyone of the pub
No Remorse'Welcome home,' the guard smirks as he pushes me inside and seals the door. These concrete walls exist for my solitary confinement. No contact. No escape.
The air is stiff. Like the time I'd been to visit my Great Aunt in the nursing home, many years ago. The smell of dust and decay that had tinted every inhale then, would be like fresh air to my lungs now.
A small slit in the wall near the ceiling allows only a sample of sunlight to stretch into my presence. Even when I jump, I can not touch the rays with outstretched hands.
In the summer these walls drip with sweat, and perspiration clings to my torn clothes and flimsy blanket. In the winter these walls pierce me with an icy touch any time I dare to move, the cold confines me closer than my 4x4 square.
I killed him. That's why I am here. The lonely tune of a bird calls from outside. I whistle an answer to my friend as his small body blocks the light from my cell.
If I could go back, I'd do it again. Tiny feathers fall like snow onto
Movie Night - Relativity Episode 31 "Sara, hurry up. We're going to be late."
Yule appeared from his study and approached the chef. "I didn't know you were here."
Greg gave a half-sigh. "Sara left her sweater here the other night and insisted we pick it up."
"I can't find it." The redhead appeared at the top of the stairs and made her way down. "I'm sorry. I get so cold all the time. You'd think after nearly dying in that hot coal mine, I'd want it cold, but it's the opposite."
"You've become hypersensitive to the temperature," her father explained. "It should pass over time."
Michael had been reading a book, over by the window. He rose and headed over. "Where are you guys headed? Somewhere fun?"
"We're going to Ray and Mel's to hang out and watch movies, do the couples thing."
"Oh," he said, disappointment in his voice.
Greg felt bad. "You know, I'm sure they w
Decsending "You know what? Try telling me something that I haven't heard already from that slimy mouth of yours, that actually makes a lick of sense! I am bone dry tired of listening to your excuses. Just get out!" Maya yelled at him, completely furious with his ignorant attitude. Of course, Mark didn't do anything to deserve this wrath brought upon him, but it was the up-tenth time that he had come for more money and a place to stay, looking like crap. He always came to her looking like a wounded animal, but she was tired of spending her pity on him.
Mark just looked at her open mouthed, as if he was trying to actually comprehend what was happening to him, and how to respond. Like that ever happened before. She looked at her broom, since she had been eyeing it earlier as a third arm to maneuver the beast out her door and onto the curb where he belonged. She was overwhelmed with everything in her life right now, and
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