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don't read and thinki should never make the mistakedon't read and think by ~becursed
of reading well-written poetry
and thinking of you.
Yet Another Amazing Adventure"I can't believe this is actually happening!" Gemma Monroe said while smoothing down her already perfect dress.Yet Another Amazing Adventure by ~becursed
"Well believe it, babe," Georgia snapped her gum. She was dressed in a peach dress that just brushed her knees, setting off her summer tan well. Her dark hair was in a simple up-do, and a bump under her dress showed that she had little time until her baby was due. On had was on her stomach, the other on the back of Gemma's chair.
"I can hardly believe it myself. It's not every day that my best friend and baby brother get married," Samantha leaned in towards the mirror to check her already flawless makeup. "It's about time too. You guys have been crazy about each other forever," She flashed a perfect smile Gemma's way. Sam wore an almost identical dress to Georgia's. She had flown in just the day before, especially for the occasion. She and Georgia had been primping and prepping Gemma all day.
Gemma took a deep breath. "In less than an hour, I will be married to the most amazi
Dreamest: Part 2The Council believed that people were using dreams to plot against their individual governments. It was possible, of course, but there was no hard evidence. The Council didn't care. They were a ruthless bunch, though most people admire their so-called "bravery." They started the Injections, and the world said goodbye to dreams.Dreamest: Part 2 by ~becursed
"Jenelle, what could you possibly be doing that's taking so much time?" My dad yelled this time.
"Sorry, Dad, I was just thinking about something for school. I'm coming down right now." I grabbed my shoes off the floor and headed for the kitchen. At the bottom of the stairs the floor sensed my footsteps and sent out a cleansing wall in front of me. Walking through, every bit of grime was scrubbed off me and my hair achieved a perfectly clean, bouncy look. In history we had learned about how people used to stand under a stream of water and use soap to get clean. I thought it sounded funny.
I sat down and put on my clunky white shoes. Reaching over, I p