Chapter one
Me ear" i growled back at him "come on man lighten up its a party a place to have fun and get drunk" he said in a relaxed voice "and how pray tell did you get a hold of alcohol" i said grabbing a bottle of vodka "a magical place call 7-11 and a fake
Boo!
And all my scaring manages, to keep my heart in bandages, from all the emotional ache, of no one faking for my sake.
Best Day EVER!!!!! (pt:15)
You fake faint. bowser comes in. you can tell he`s mad. you feel hm try to wake you. "get up! i`m so mad at you! why would you run from me?!" you hear him scream. you slowly open your eyes. bowser`s totally mad! you get up.
Tweet'n Donald
Tweetin' donald (to the tune of rockin' robin) he tweets from the west wing all night long sendin' out facts that he knows are wrong and when they post them on nbc he tweets "fake news is killin' me!"
Flowers For Serath #2
#2 of flowers for serath a thought on being used by people who do not care. fake friends as they are called you have used me enough and i am done with you. you can not further your own life through me.
Prologue
As you sit there, in the uncomfy chair that looked far too fake with it's shining rubber, you begin to ponder things, the shadows that licked your brain with the utmost glee. all the while that clock was still ticking.
Burning Bridges
Fighting under the night again to be heard or to never be seen another dance with the enemy inside lock you out and never feel again grinding the gears until they break hold it in and let it consume fake the smile and deny nothing is wrong the bomb
space special ops 3
/it is only then that i notice his left arm. or should i say, what is replacing his left arm. it is aprostetic arm, no fake skin covering the robtic arm. "what happened to your arm?" i ask him. "an i.e.d. got me." /all i can say is,"ouch."
The Story That Began on East Second Street
In my bag, it held as much as it could take: bottles of water, some canned fruits, a can opener (duh), a gps, $465.17 from the old summer job, a fake i.d., a battery packet, a camera, a single bladed knife, some clothes, a light jacket, cell phone, and
Ander - Chapter 5, Subchapter 68
The blood leaked away from the centre, putting everything back the way it was, the regular old fake colours of the night: black, white, and grey. the red stayed at the edges, though, pulsing and undulating, acting as a reminder.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 51
It was not fake. it was real.
Rose- interview Part 1
But then again, given the culture, any name he gave would be fake anyway. well, as fake as my name being rose at any rate. "thank you for having me," i bow again slightly, trying to show sincerity.