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The tyres hiss and squeal as they grip against the concrete of the runway below, bringing the plane to a bouncing shuddering halt.We finally become ..
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The tyres hiss and squeal as they grip against the concrete of the runway below, bringing the plane to a bouncing shuddering halt.We finally become ..
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We speed along a two lane road, I suppose intended to resemble something like a motorway, sun blazing and burning down with all the intensity of its..
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The room is seven floors up, clean with white painted walls and polished marble type floors you only associate with foreign hotels.There are two bed..
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I open my eyes just in time to avoid been woken by the sound of the name ‘Laura’ bellowing out of Sam’s lips from the balcony.I qu..
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People are strangers.
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A random piece.
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Two inch shorter than me and brown shaven hair, Matt is a year older than me and in his early twenties. He has watery pale blue eyes and has a face ..
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Kelley was born into a family that didn’t meet the expectations of his personality. He was the odd one out the black sheep, not blessed with t..
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Again, a different writing style to what i'm used to, about my foster sister, could be a chapter in my new book.
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