I wish I was a beautiful little fool, oblivious to the motives of both my lover and my husband. As I drive away with the imposter, away from the place where I would have reinserted my power and dominance and received the satisfaction of material wealth, I was blindsided and made to look like the fool I dreamed to be. Your wealth misleads the con hidden underneath your magnificent suits and the extravagant parties thrown under your leadership. Looking at you next to me, heartbroken as if I were the one that betrayed you seems absurd to me in the least. My biggest regret was not leaving Tom but, crying into your crime ridden shirts, wasting tears that could be shed for a more powerful man. Are you really the great Gatsby that others perceive
Jeremy, You know I've always felt I needed to live vicariously though others because I didn't like my own life until I met you, then I was to screwed up to know you'd sit yourself and everything in front of me a couple of times. Thinking I’d need to
Warning if you have not seen all of Grey’s Anatomy I recommend not reading this. I could tell you everything there is to know about greys and I plan to.
“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?” Johnny said. He had that scared look in his eyes, that told me he’d been badly hurt, but I could only tell because I had that same look for weeks after my mother died. I sighed, “You two are too sweet to scare anyone. First of all, you didn’t join in Dallas’s dirty talk, and you made him leave us alone. And when we asked you to sit up here with us, you didn't act like it was an invitation to make out for the night. Besides that, I’ve heard about Dallas Winston, and he looked as hard as nails and twice as tough. And you two don’t look mean.”
The faint echo of screams. The crunching of leaves under footsteps, getting faster with every exhale. A drum, beating from within. Thoughts clouded with realisation of the truth and the lies which have prevented it from surfacing amongst the chaos. The girls are all frauds! Murderers! John Hale grasps ahold of
Earlier yesterday I received a message from a beautiful 22 year-old girl who also has Treacher Collins Syndrome - a craniofacial disorder. She writes me and says: "Hi Cynthia, I hope you are doing well; I would like to know if you think that men really pay attention to the
I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was
Dr. Hastings runs over and sedates Wilbur again. Wilbur falls back asleep. There is a buzzing on Dr. Hastings phone. DR. HASTINGS Ugh! Finally! Buddy here! Imaginary Friend
Twenty years ago Jimmy Wells wanted to meet me at this place twenty years from now. Now he has caught me because he knew I was a thief .
Let me ask you few questions. Are you leaving your love live up to fate and hoping to be approached? Let me tell you the truth. Unless you were Brat Pitt's twin brother, or at least as cute as Jack (yes --- you're right. That Jake from Brokeback Mountain guy with a lick-able mole) you won't get much!
Inspector Male, I just wanted to reach out and let you know the amazing efforts of Andrew Crowe and Greg MacArthur on Monday December 28th. Sorry for the long winded e-mail but I think it’s necessary.
Max Heartfield, his mother, Mrs. Alexis Heartfield, and his brother Jason Heartfield live in a nice brick Tudor, on 768 Lakewood Drive in Atlanta, Georgia. Max was a regular nine year old boy. He went to school, had friends, and most of all he had his best friend Oliver Hunter living next door to him. Life couldn’t be better.
Greenville. Even the name sounds innocent. Or at least innocent enough to fool people. But look a bit closer, everything isn't as it seems. And if you look close enough you can see the demons hiding in the shadows.
It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old and will not talk to anyone other than his mother ever since the event of his father’s death.
“Oh,” Darlene replied, his meaning not lost. She slipped the card in with her money and lip gloss. She disliked dogs and Daryl’s niece wasn’t going to be the first place she inquired for new work, but it was nice to have a backup option. “Thank you,” she added.