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.
Numb-ered...
Nine is a fake smile hiding everything that isn't kind, or easily forgotten ten can be knowing, or doubt growing into a feeling of wrong, or being rotten eleven is but double what "one" should even be...
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
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.
Love is in the Mind - Chapter 2: Snapshot
A beep of the fake shutter, and the memory was taken, a single moment which would be preserved for as long as the owner would keep it.
Second Draft of First Story
The fire was starting to enter the little barrier, and with a fake frown nick cut open the top of the rock sphere.
Ronnie's Story Ch. 3
But a good voice and a creative mind, you can't fake that." ronnie thought back to his choir days, and began singing a piece he'd learned in a daring a cappella piece his eighth grade director actually allowed them to perform.