

Weeping willow part 7A police report was filed, The cops came back telling them the house was empty. They packed up their clothes and money then left. Willow slouched in the chair in the lobby. She got removed from her room for another patient. What would happen to her now? What would happen to mom and Kris? Could she go back? If she could, would she? Dr. Jones distracted her thoughts by coming and sitting in the chair next to her. His forehead now had a large bruise on it matching many she had.Weeping willow part 7
"They found your family's car abandoned a few yards into the woods on the highway." He went silent a few moments before speaking again. "I'm sorr


Weeping willow part 6Travis shot forward and hit Dr. Jones in the face. The doctor covered his nose as it began to bleed. "My point exactly" Dr. Jones wiped the blood away before walking over to the phone and calling security. "Hello? Yes, I need security up in room 314. Thank you." Travis was really fuming now. Worse then Willow had ever seen him. In one swift and startling movement Willow was up off the bed and thrown over Travis's shoulder. "Come Sara, we are done here!" Travis started heading to the door but the doctor was faster, he blocked the door way bracing his arms against the sides of the frame. Travis smirked before head butting him in theWeeping willow part 6


Weeping willow part 5"...Suicidal" "If she were suicidal she would have done worse then a few scratches." A male voice responded. "Of course shes suicidal! Look at what shes done to her body!" A shiver ran down Willows spine. She knew that voice. She knew that tone. "You honestly want me to believe she harmed herself? I don't think shes even strong enough to inflict half of these marks." Said another male voice. Willow didn't know where she was. Last she knew she was going to math. She opened her eyes slightly only to be blinded by light. She closed them again as she assessed where she was. She was layingWeeping willow part 5


Weeping willow part 4 Willow reached up to cover her face with her hoody sleeve. She remained silent as both Mrs. Stevens and Ms. Protts stared at her. Isn't this what they expected? A bruise on her face? That was nothing. What would they think if they saw the rest of her body. Covered in scars and sickly yellow and blue bruises. Not only that, but the scars they can see are not the only ones there. The room remained silent a few moments longer before Willow reached for her book bag shrugged it onto her shoulder and walked out of the room before either of the women could stop her.Weeping willow part 4
She was excused this period a
I haven't read your story simply because I don't have the time right now...not until a few more weeks...Here's my reason.
So if you really want to write act like a grown up and take this advice:
-Practice every day
-read all you can
-never give up
-accept critiques (they'll help you to become even better)
and most importantly, Have fun. Write because you love to do it, not because you want other people to like what you write. Because if that's your real reason to do it, then you're just doing it for popularity and not for passion.
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"We don't have time to waste asking for things we don't have, we can only look for the best way to fight with the things we have...for our whole life..." Hiruma Youichi.
anyway just sayin u havent put any new poems up, and i was wonderin wen u wer gonna add somethin new.
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I tried to achieve the impossible, look where it got me.
sorry i havent put anything new up
my comp crashed so i dont have much access to the internet.
my comp will be fixed soon
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Blue Rose Of Sadness And Sorrow
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I tried to achieve the impossible, look where it got me.
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Adam Burtle, a 20-year-old U.S. university student, offered his soul for sale on eBay in 2001, with bidding hitting $400 before eBay called it off, saying there had to be something tangible to sell. Burtle later admitted he was a bored geek.
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Cyris was here...
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'Im taking it slow
Feeding my flame
Shuffling the cards of your game
And just in time
In the right place
Suddenly I will play my ace'
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