

Haunted Roads Prologue When I was eleven, I lived in with my aunt and uncle. I wasnt told why, and I still dont care to know. My Aunt Linny and Uncle James own a funeral home with a small apartment above it; I sleep the garden shed by the huge cathedral that is also on the cemetery. Most of the kids in my High School (Willow Tree High School, home of the Sprites) think its super creepy I live in a cemetery, but its actually kind of pretty. Behind our property there is a whole field of wildflowers and then a small forest behind that with a stream that flows into a lake called Star Lake. But thHaunted Roads


Not A One Night StandNot a One-Night-StandNot A One Night Stand
The music pulses, My feet throb, I shake my hips, He leans down, For that killer kiss.
Our bodies merge, Our pulses beat, His lips are warm, Nothing can shake us, Not even as the people swarm.
This night will last forever, In my minds eye, He is not just a fling, Perhaps I love him, But my hear does not sing.
I know this is wrong, leading him on, Yet the kiss goes, He tastes so good, The tongue, the hands, the lips, Just like he should.
I know this is not love, &
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People used to say that I had issues, but they aren't here anymore...
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"Build your castles in the sky. That's where they belong..."
What was it called? It sounds fun!
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People used to say that I had issues, but they aren't here anymore...
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