They say every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.
But no matter how many times I ring my bell, or get called an angel, or squawk happily when they get home, they'll never let me out of my cage and use mine.
But no matter how many times I ring my bell, or get called an angel, or squawk happily when they get home, they'll never let me out of my cage and use mine.
Then he sat on his bed and put the gun to his mouth, hoping he would finally have the strength to pull the trigger and join his son.
My heart sank when my wife said “Why are you asking him?”
As her car left the road and she was thrown into a field, she realised she’d never properly looked up to the sky before, watching the millions of twinkling lights as they slowly faded away.
Didn't get to see him since the road don't get close enough to the graveyard.
The worst part was the way the others still crowded the door at every sound, tails wagging for the people who had left them there to die.
I'm sad that I can no longer be his friend, but thankfully I won't be burning in hell when I eventually die, unlike my former friend.
Out of breath, she pedaled to the spot where her mother used to cheer, looked back at me, and asked, “Did Mom see me?”
i gasped when i arrived at a new crime scene and saw little brains splattered all over the place
Normally, I would have been ecstatic, but I had just gotten off the phone with my recently deceased grandmother”s lawyer informing me she left everything to me.