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The Great Mr. Handel
Short Story: "The Great Mr. Handel" Here I was again, taking a walk in the streets of London in the year of our Lord, 16 February 1741. As I left my residence and embraced the cold wintry air, my hands soon after leaving became swollen with sores laden with perseverance from the harsh winter the current year impressed. My face was of the driest crustiness and paleness, like overcooked bread, yet not burned, and dusted with bits of red tempera and dried blood. Enduring the cold, I pressed forward this day, as I did every day of the year for the last eleven years of my time in London. I charged through the snow that blanketed the streets, as usual. I then became ill as I neared a corner street by the Thames. With my fatigue, I began to wonder if my hourly walk would need an amendment or if I could still brave the cold.
By Randall Johnson III4 years ago in Beat
I Just Need A Friend Right Now
I looked over at Harry, wondering how to wake him up. He’d been sleeping solid for the last two hours. He had his sunglasses on and his hood up still, his head resting against the window. I had spent the time with the music low and making sure to drive as smooth as possible. I didn’t know what his schedule was like, but I assumed he didn’t get to take naps very often.
By Mary Booth4 years ago in Beat
You're The One I Want
The Fight *Tristen's POV* It's in the middle of the night and I was thinking about Justin's concert. I want to go. The next day I got up at five to go to school and ask Kimberly if she wants to go with me. Kim better say yes, man if she doesn't i'm going to cry my eyes out. I got to the school, got out of the car and headed inside. There she was waiting for me. "KIM!" I yell. 'Please just listen and say yes! I have two tickets to see Justin Bieber perform here in town!!! I need you to go with me!" I yelled at her. "OMG Tristen how did you get the tickets???" She yelled back. "I have been saving my money just for this!!" I almost started crying. "We have to go no matter what anyone says, we just have too!!!" She told me.
By Tristen Renfro4 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 6
Soon after Calla had finished getting dressed, there was a knock on the door that led to Gary’s room. She could hear Jay and Joe Don talking loudly about horses. Calla grabbed her wallet and phone and opened the door, her and Gary’s eyes met.
By Sabal Cloonan4 years ago in Beat
Who You Are To Me || Chapter 5
“I think it’s time to get some sleep,” Gary said, leaning back to look into her sad eyes. “Thank you,” Calla said, roaming his face with her eyes. “I needed that much more than you know. I feel like I’ve been holding that in for a very long time.”
By Sabal Cloonan4 years ago in Beat