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I never knew this journey would be so beautiful,
But I always knew it would be wonderful.
I never knew this journey would be so joyful,
But I always knew it would be blissful.
I never knew this journey would be so artful,
But I always knew it would be funful.

Now when I see those days,
I miss those days.
Now when I see those photos,
I miss those

alluring epochs.
Now when I see those smiles,
I miss those glorious times.

Thank you, mama,
For welcoming me.
Thank you dadda,
For accepting me
Thank you frenemy
For being by me.
Thank you broie,
For supporting and loving me.

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The teacher was once again lecturing us, what for? I have no idea, but then again, I don't care either. I just continued to listen to my music. The bell finally rang, but before I could leave, the teacher asks for me and some pigtailed freshie to stay after class. After a few minutes, the room was empty. " I asked you two to stay because you were the only

ones to pass Monday's quiz." Shocker, I pass every quiz and test. "Okay so, I always pass" "Well, you see the quiz was on things that I haven't taught yet" "Is that all," I say, heading towards the door. "No actually, It's not" I stop and turn to face him. "I'm not sure if you two know but the school's academic team needs one more person to compete..." "Let me...

" I can do anything to prove my love for you"

" Well, by anything.. you can do anything??"

"Yes Yes Yes... anything, you just have to command me and it will be done in a snap"

"Well.. then" he said looking around the busy road and in a matter of second, the dumbfounded expression was replaced by a deadly smirk which held a ruthless

intention

Read the entire story to find out what happens next??




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In this story you all are goin' to witness the craziest, greatest and the most tragic love story of this Z Generation...

Well, at least I think it that way..

Warning!!
Y'all have to give your mind a little workout, so, it doesn't stops functioning because of the twists..

And yes don't forget your tissues as said already..... Tragic Content

Ahead

I have done my work

I have warned you already, now the rest is your choice...

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As I exhaled the laughter from my lungs, I look at you. We share a glance for what feels like a lifetime. I feel blood rush to my cheeks and I see yours do the same. While the world goes on, I can't help but feel stuck in your eyes. Everyone else's laughter fades to the background. The only thing I can see is you. It isn't

until someone shakes me back into reality that I remember where I was.
In my half-dazed state, I laughed, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?". " I said, are you okay? You've been watching your phone for a real long time. To distract from my embarrassment, I laugh loudly, "of course, I was watching a great show". My friend, Ludwig, rolls his eyes, "whatever d...

Rays of weakened sunlight bleed upon the left edge of the desk. Car motors toil away only to be muted against wall, a sheet of glass, and plastic shutters.
A brightness shines at the corner of his vision, as he slowly claws toward the base of his glass of water, just his left. He summons the energy to drag the glass toward his chin, the sound grating

his ears until the glass slows against the edge of the pile of papers, bending the edge of the papers. He tips the cup just enough to allow a stream of warmth to run down his tongue. The taste is stale as he ceases his hand from the base of the cup. The cup achieves its balance after a touch of water climbs to the rim and drips down the glass. Kwadjo groans...

"Okay, here's how we do it ..."

A week ago I never thought I would sit here and have a normal conversation with my arch enemy. A week ago we were still trying to kill each other. You might think it is an exaggeration, but you should have seen us during the football games. We are both team captains for the only two teams at our school and they have never

been friends, never. But now that we are going to compete in a bigger competition, we have to bring our teams together to a large one to have the right number of players. I can't understand why the teachers thought this was a good idea....

Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Phillip wondered that when his grandfather died, he wondered that when his mother died and he wondered that when his wife died. When he took his last breath, he wondered if his daughter was asking the same thing. But explaining this complex system is not that easy. When Philip arrives, he has to fill out a

questionnaire about how he felt his life worked. Yes, so they know how to do next time you go down....

Lucy Badura had a psychic ability as a small child. She could see things that no one else could. When she was five years old she saw a young Victorian girl with long black hair came out of the wall to talk to her for a while. She senses know that this is her spirit guide. There was framed black butterflies on the wall and she could of sworn they came alive

and there wings started flapping. This could of been more than her imagination. Sometimes at night she could see tiny figure's running backward and forwards in her bedroom. A tiny space ship with monkeys stepping out. Animals such as an elephant and a giraffe. Also a tiny house that when on flames. Lucy had forgotten all about it when she grew up but rememb...

I always liked to walking alone in the woods. It helped me connect with the nature. As always after the hectic day I went to the walk in the evening. The smell of the wet grass, the whistling of wind as it chased the leaves was enough to refresh any soul. As I covered nearly half way of my track I felt like someone or something was chasing me. I looked back

but it was nothing. Probably the after affect of the horror movie from last night. Thinking I should not watch these movies.. "Hey miss you... Yea you.. You dropped your snack behind.." What? I looked back with a shock. No one was there. Walking a few steps back. I saw the snack lying on the track. Near the snack was a small monkey staring at me with sparkl...

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There will be people who try different things every day and there will be some of us who have a certain nail style to keep. This nail art or nail coloring is a beautiful thing but it is also a little expensive even if we want to do simple na...

I’m Elizabeth (Lizzie), and on the surface I’m an average 8th grade school girl, but really that couldn’t be farther than true. I guess you could say I’m surrounded by crazy people and my boyfriend ,David, is no exception. “Lizzie.” A sturdy palm connects with my back. “Ah!” I gasp as my back tenses up. “Heh, you got me.” I sighed

relieved that it was only David. “You know it!” He exclaimed flirtatiously. “I-I don’t even know what to do with you…” I muster too far gone to even expect anything less from him. “Have you seen my search history?” He got me, using such a powerful move against me? How can I fight back?
More people fill the hall as I start my walk to the cafe...

Sat perched upon his spot. His place. He thinks to himself, why? He doesn’t understand why his happened.
Did he do this? Did every step he take lead up to this? This isn’t my fault. He repeats this in his head.
Like a mantra. Over and over. Because he needs to remember the truth. His truth. He forgets a lot.
His mind tends to go from one thing to

another very fast. He didn’t see anything. Just heard the noise.
Who’s fault is this? He thinks. He must think harder. Go over the facts. Go through his memory of the actions leading unto this point. He has a small amount of time before they find him. He just wants to go over things in his head.
So when he does tell them he’ll say it in the right wa...

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clouds was none other than the space ship of the villain from over the yonder: lord dominator.
"greetings" she said making everyone freeze in their tracks, "halt" said a spear welding fish monster known as undyne, "I know exactly who you are dominator, I won't let you hurt anyone here." dominator laughed and stated "if I wanted to hurt anyone I would have d...

I go down the stairs and see my mama making tortillas I smile at her while she makes them. The smell of the burning edges just the way I like them. No one else wants the edges burnt like I do. She turns and looks at me, and I can feel all her love feel my whole soul. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I got her to touch her, and she fades

away into ashes.

“Mama, please don’t leave me. Mamá no me deje. ¡Por favor!” I scream out, crying. I hear a voice in the distant.

“Marco, Marco, wake up, Hijo, you’re dreaming.” The voice says I open my wet eyes up, and I’m lying the back seat of our SUV and look at the face of my father. He has his tears streaming down. “I miss mama ...