Of a Time Before
Alrec of a time before there once was a time when humanity was small and there was no crime oh in this time before the fall here we struggled for life here our power was slight
Shopping time
The next time you sleep in my stomach" says abbey. "maybe abbey, maybe..." says drew getting up from the sofa and turning off the tv. drew went to his room, put on his pajama and abbey fell soundly asleep by the beating of his heart. end
End of Time
I'd die to ensure you live, take hell to give you heaven and love you until the end of time. copywritten to xander bradeshaw.
time is water
Seberith calling out "i'll come for you don't worry" avalon looked up and smiled she knew he would come; all he ever needed was time.
Christmas Time
"yeah but its fine" he said and we heard his mom yell from the kitchen "time for dinner boys!".
Time Off
His own college time and 'first time' came up too, as well as his love of sushi. zeich learned something from hyede's explanation about pandas; they loved fish.
Experiment Time
Checked his list five times, hit the door lock several times, and then clicked the garage door opener. this time, it opened.
Hard Times
That people mistook him for a different race all the time, and that because of the stereotypes within that race he'd get lumped in with them? he knew she didn't understand it.
dog's time
Three days. It was three long days waiting for the package that it had ordered. She still remembered what was written in the mail she had received three days earlier: "Dear Sir / Madam We are the foundation Changeskin.com. Starting from...
The Time Travel
One day though sparky whitnessed the death of his master, in order to save his master he travells back in time, but not without side-effects.
time for a change.
you look to the left, every body falls right you look to the right, every body falls left you look straight ahead and everybody stops dead you look around you I look beyond I see walls of fluff, how about you? I look at the garments of others...
Endless Time
A sad poem when i was feeling old endless time rue the day with bitter lament, thinking of wasted time you have spent, again the bell tolls as the hours pass, ever marching closer to our final mass, watching your hands age day by day,