Pop ballads

“Dancing On My Own” Nowadays there exists many songs about love, broken hearts, and relationships that don’t last long. As a result of all these topics to write a song the singer, Robyn Plant, decided to write “Dancing on My Own.” This electro pop ballad is the first official single from Swedish singer-songwriter Robyn 's fifth studio album, Body Talk Pt. 1 (“Song facts”). The song was written and produced by Robyn and Patrick Berger. They came up with this amazing song, one of my favorites, which

Alison’s alarm went off, and she groaned. Usually, her mum would have shouted for her to get up and out of bed by now. However, today not a sound was heard and Alison knew this was a bad sign. She clicked her alarm off and went to the bathroom and had a wash. Downstairs in the kitchen, all was quiet too. It was as though her mum had not been home all night, until she saw a mug by the sink. Alison wanted to look for her, but at the same time, she was nervous as to what she may say to her, so decided

The Wall Rikki took to a sprint to make it to the other side, leaving Gear just footsteps behind her. The guards stopped her, took her to the ground, Gear just seconds behind ready to help her. Rikki started screaming for her old sniper friend Karolina. It was too late, separated by a demon wall. Stuck with no one, but Gear. Karolina was pacing the wall waiting to see Rikki and Gear. Its been days since she last heard from them. Karolina was worried, angry, and confused, ready to burst

In what felt like an eternity, I heard the doorbell. This time, he had the manners to ring instead of just walking in. Honestly, I preferred it the other way, when he felt more comfortable. It took me a moment, but I opened the door for him. He looked okay. I suppose at first glance I looked okay, too, but he was definitely more convincing. I briefly greeted him, but hardly heard what we both had said. It was small talk and I hated it. It was forced and I hated it. He looked uncomfortable and I

It had finally arrived, the day before Carina and Ulrich’s wedding. Carina and Joan sat before the warm hearth in Carina’s cottage, braiding hair wreaths of wildflower and ivy before preparing for a supper with friends and courtiers. Carina wanted to enjoy these last moments with Joan, her dearest friend, and enjoy this final day in her cottage. As of tomorrow night, she’d call the castle her home, and the notion felt bittersweet. She’d loved the independence of living in this cottage on her own

"I 'm crazy." Lollusuwe said. "I 'm climbing for something that probably doesn 't exist." "Wow. I almost fell." He said scared. "Climbing the most highest mountain in Zaumtia...the boss better be happy. And I hope this project goes well." "Nelunwov couldn 't exist. A man who is that powerful could have never been alive. Especially, how the stories went. How he caused so much chaos." "It 's so cold and the temperature is unbearable. Ugh...I should catch my breath." He paused for more energy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Dungeons, Smoke, and Mirrors The king’s hands shook as he gripped the arms of his gilded chair. “Set that monster there!” he shouted with such rage, the entire castle trembled. The gruesome goblin shuffled over and plopped down on a wooden tripod stool in the center of the dungeon floor. Argos came over and had to stoop so he didn’t scrape his huge head on the sloped ceiling. He squatted behind Gordok, wrapped chains around his wrists and ankles, then melted into the dark shadows

My dearest Claire, How can I explain what you mean to me? How can I tell you what’s in my heart when words are so inadequate? Can you understand how I feel about you or will you just think I’m ridiculous? Do you even care? I think about you all the time. You are my first thought when I wake and the last thought before I sleep. I often think about how happy I feel when you are with me and what it would be like if you felt the same way about me. Sometimes I am so preoccupied with thoughts of you

talking too was not important. It was just business related, but right as I was leaving Mr. Mysteries guy said something that captured my attention. “Mr. Johnson”, I had to see who that man was! The hint of my father being called Mr. Johnson didn 't even pop or imagine in my head at that time. All I got to see was half of his face, he had a scar on his right eyebrow, and before Mr. Mystery’s guy could leave I heard something else, something about fake passports and ID’s, although I didn’t understand why

When the call of the Yellow Mocker woke her, Charity raised up to look out the window- perched on a limb in the tree near the window, the mockingbird set, singing his bothersome tune and staring in at her. Looking over to where Henry lay sleeping beside her on the bed, she longed to cuddle up beside him and shut the outside world away, but the mocker’s beckoning call stirred her to action. For months, she had dreaded this day coming; no mother should ever have to watch their child die. Rising slowly