A BoyI knew a boy once. Or maybe I didnt. He was a strange nothing, very much something and yet all but invisible to most. He got on with it, liked being hidden. He was a fair boy, with pleasant hazel eyes and strong, wide hands. He walked as others and was left - handed. He was also a shy boys who spoke witha shrug and apolegetically downcast eyes, wearing always theclothes that hung and covered needle scarred arms. He would appear like ice, cynically dismissive, wary, always with a defense. Make the boy smile. Make him laugh. A face made suddenly interesting, a wide joyous smile reveiling straight white teeth. I reagrded eyes that were not deepA Boy
ClaireClaire. This is the most terrifying story you will ever read. Honest.Claire
The way I see it is this. Claire’s light had gone along time before she had, there was no denying she was a lost soul, and I swear people would rather have hung themselves than find her. That sounds really harsh looking back I guess, but it was true. People crossed the street to avoid her, and not only because she was so big in those days you kind of had to anyway. She was talked about universally, regularly picked up by the police and ousted out of shops and cafes town wide. Everyone knew her name, everyone had
their own ‘Claire Story’ to tell. &n
wona work wid me al make it fun
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And I swaer its my last time
And I swear its my last try.......
But I want you all to check out my writing.
At the moment it just takes a sideline to my dancing, but I want to know what you all think. Good and bad, because i'd like to go somewhere with it one day...... but heyho take a look and see what you think
xxx
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