April 2005

"Hedy. Hedy? Hedy!" My director said as he tried to gain my attention. I was shooting my one hundredth movie today and I was very bored. "Yes John?" I asked "I need you hear under the moonlight," He said I can 't do this right now, my head was throbbing. "Sorry, I can 't I need to go home. My kids are waiting and I don 't very well," I said with hope he would say that I could go home. After all I am here all day every day. "Okay that is fine. Be here early tomorrow so we can get a head start

A/N So this is my second story....yay!!!! And I got the idea for the story from recxrds. She has a book called ' 'Story Ideas ' ' and I wanted to make one of her ideas come to life. So if you have no inspiration at all please go check out that book. Okay bye..... Cheyenne ' 'God Marnie I think the bathrooms clean enough. ' ' ' 'Well im sorry that I want everything clean! I mean you just lazy around here everyday throwing trash everywhere and I have to clean up after you! ' ' I love Marnie

It was the dead of night. MY colleague of 12 years and I were being chauffeured from our business congregation, when I realized we destined for trouble . It was about 20 degrees out and the snow was falling very heavily. As we made our way down the interstate , I noticed something to the highest degree but before I got to mention it ,we had hydroplaned and flipped three times . By the grace of God, I’m assuming an innocent bystander saw our white Rolls-Royce upside down in the

John sat silently thinking about his choices. Evelyn was correct in her assumptions. He is starting to have feelings for her, even if he don 't want to admit it to himself. Evelyn could sense John contemplating with his choices. She smiled brightly and spoken in a cheerful voice. "Don 't think too hard Johnny, why don 't you sit closer by me? I 'll gladly share you my blanket, besides I think you need it more than I do." Evelyn pat the ground, directing him to come closer. "Oh come on...don 't

I ride faster, trying to get away from the pack of Orcs pursuing me. Their spiked armour hides most of their ugly form, but their appearance still sends chills down my spine. I see the Mithril gate of Lithien ahead of me. The Elven signal of a golden tree shines in the afternoon sun. The gate begins to slowly open and I look behind me as an Orc shoots his black arrow into my side. My blood seeps through my white dress and I cry out in pain. The Orc laughs, satisfied that it has hit his target.

I sense an act of trouble that was going to happen this evening on a small street called little white street because of the toxic powder that gets dealt there on a regular basis. (people just call it cocaine but really I see it as a poison that looks like baking flower. I know this, I have sensed it, by knowing the actual thing that will kill a person before they die.) fifteen years ago. now it is a clean area with mostly middle class and some upper class but there is always the building that is

Outside of my will, an officer escorted me out of the main cell area and back into the lobby. Then, closing the door, I wasn 't able to get back into the main facility. I knocked on the door, but the officer walked back away. Growling, I turned around and rubbed my temples with my palms. Suddenly, I heard a phone ring. The other officer behind the desk picked up the call, leaning back in his chair. "What is it? ... Wait, what? ...Yes sir, she won 't be leaving." He looked over at me, his eyes half-closed

Twilight typed (How I would die by Carter Burwell) I never thought about how I would die, but dyeing in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. So I can’t bring myself to regret the decision to leave home. I would miss Phoenix id miss the heat; I would miss my loving erratic hair brain mother and her new husband. (Edward eats deer) “Come on you guys I love you both but we have a plane to catch” Phil said. But they want to go on the road so I’m going to spend some time with my dad

The first thing I saw as I walked into Jefferson High was him, the guy I 'd had a crush on ever since I could remember. His name was Jonathan, Jon for short. He had been my best friend since kindergarten, until one day she came into the picture. Her name was Courtney and she was mean and stuck up. But of course when Jon came into the picture she suddenly became the sweetest person in the world. She was far from sweet though. She was the reason that I called Jon an ex-best friend now. The day she

Walking the Muddy Path- Original Writing Libby gradually walked down the lightly shaded path, her chestnut coloured hair flapping in the warm breeze. Her dazzling blue eyes shimmering in the sun, even though the day was sunny a light overcast of clouds cluttered up the afternoon sky. The large oak trees hovered their branches over the path as if they wanted to reach the other side. Many of their leaves had turned into beautiful shades of amber, gold and russet and fallen