They say when people struggle you normally give up, but not this girl she was strong enough to keep moving forward. Family doubted her and even friends that she thought she had at one point in life. No matter what nothing could knock her confidence down now as a senior she's working hard towards her future. Not having any family on her side because they
rather see her to fail before she become someone in this world. The world was full of pain everyday listening to the radio or even listening to the news hearing someone was killed, or kidnapped hurt her soul but she didn't let that stop her from becoming a better person day by day. Family said, ''You'll never amount to anything.'' Everything she went through mot...
I threw my bag on the cold kitchen floor and ran towards my room. She was there, peacefully sleeping. My t-shirt a little too big for her kissed each and every curve of hers. Her short brown hair contrasted perfectly with her pale and fragile skin. I often wonder if every cell in her body knows that they have done something flawed yet so perfect. I know
absolutely everything there is to know about this girl, from the stretch marks running on the inside of her thighs to the way she nibbles her tongue when she is stressed. She could be in the same room as the most precious stones on this Earth and I'm sure my eyes would be stuck on her. We are so different, but at the same time so identical.
So at the start, it was just some mates and suddenly it turned into over 100 people. My parents went away for the weekend so they said I could have a few friends over to hang out. It was the night that the new season of our favourite program premiered and a few of our friends came over to watch it with us. We thought our entire night out and we were so eager
to watch it. The bites were on the table and the beer was in a container full of ice close to the table. All of an unexpected guy barged in the door with an enormous keg in his arms. At first, I knew I remembered him from someplace although I couldn't really remember. Suddenly it hit me and it was painful. He swung round and the keg thumped me on the back o...
Cars of varying quality line the parking lot, with the rich and the poor walking alongside. Many take seat in used vehicles, cars that have existed for over a decade and run on pure luck. The bumper remains attached by only a sliver of duct tape, and when started, the rattling can be heard for what seems like miles. Next to it, however, is a vehicle sleek
in design, a model from at most three years ago with a shine that glows like a television commercial. There is barely a scratch of its surface. A man takes a seat, but he and the car seem to come from opposite worlds. This man, he lives five blocks down in a tattered apartment building that has been set for demolition for many months now. The soles of his s...
A PICTURE PERFECT LIFE
The Ngugi’s left the less noble affairs to their numerous workers, maids and helps and instead chose to spend their entire days and fortunes playing golf in the most expensive Naivasha Golf Club amidst a company of likewise rich friends and their families – doing this as a strategic move to meet business partners and push their
business to the right hands – since their first business took off. It was a simple affair at first, without much hope of becoming the business empire it had turned out to be; for their lack of education certificates and credentials and more so, the meagre funds to supply their initial capital, combined with a lack of wisdom in commerce, gave them a humility ...
"Run! Run! Run! Come on hurry up testing is in less then a week and I expect all of your to pass! Even you Mei Gui! Knees up run! " I hurry up glaring at the Gym instructor wondering why the heck I even tried.
"It! Is! Rose!" I yell as I catch the foot ball and fail at throwing it back. The guy that was my partner scowls as he picks it up and throws it
hard against my head. I bounce back slamming into the floor from the impact. Darn it, I should have been looking at him instead of the stupid Instructor. Whatever, I hear the whistle blare shaking me up to a sitting position as the guy who had just hit me sulked off to the dressing room. I shake my head laying my hand on the tender side of my face as the Instru...
“This is tedious,” complained Tebogo to his father as they drove through the reserve, “Why do we have to be here?”. Tebogo already knew about his father’s job, but he was hoping for a more specific answer. His father, Dr. Zander Adams, was the top biology professor at the University of Cape Town and had gone into the field to collect data for a
Once Tebogo was done, Zander replied, “I know you’d rather be back home with your friends, but your mother and I didn’t name you ‘resentful’. I thought that this would be a good opportunity for you since you’ve never been to Kruger before. I would say that you should take this time to look around since you might never see anything like this ...
Friendship is not as simple to describe a relationship between two or more friends. It is something more than it. Friendship is a beautiful relationship of souls. Sometimes, it even describes the difference between the friend and the best friend. It is a combination of love, care and trust.
One such story defines Aditya's Friendship world. Being a
talented and good lad, he was liked by many students of his age. He used to help others in way or the other. He was also in the Basket Ball team of his school, so he was known by many other students. He was always ready to share his food, sorrow, happiness with the one whom he considered his great friends. Aditya's thought was that, he had the most powerful and b...
Looking out the window, the building changes to trees as I go nearer to my destination.
I'm still not sure if I want to go back to our house. It has a lot of memories that I'm trying hard not to remember.
I don't want to go back but I promised my best friend that I'll be there for his birthday. I don't like breaking promises and Spencer used that
against me. I also want to see him because I'm missing him badly.
Our story is a typical one where the girl falls for the wingman. We became best friends instead of being together. Mainly my choice but he still keeps on asking if he can court me. I don't think I am ready for a relationship even if it is with him. Especially with him. I'm too afraid to loose ...
On the sexual Nile, he loses control women have a soft spot for luxurious hot oils.
What sex benefits like a Literotica riding Camel's back gently stimulating climax.
Her taste for almonds good nutritional what a messaging relaxing vacation.
Traveling to another exotic Island babes of Brazil wearing their low cut bikinis.
Hot men, with their sex skilled
hands Brazilian body rub Teadora she hot explorer or facials for your hair, "Go Hollywood" Shuemera she felt like a Dora soft hands so much more to explore.
Women with Rita Hayworth sexy red hair like Genie in a bottle more men to stimulate like my country farm cattle.Those popular hair treatment going first class sipping my bottle of Sex on the beach bubbl...
1.She's the Subrosa Bird worshipper
2. Tea Touch her "Teacup" 1/2 Tears.
Her power not to push her moving away from all the fears.
How many years to have so many secrets.Did the cat get your tongue?
The darkness of love how steep every time she takes a cat nap curiosity she stretches in her sleep she talks.
He watches her in her sleep All women stalk.So
much to talk about why such silence.The sounds got more intense.
This was a secret competition it is au fond to be grateful the actual secret coming out that’s you don’t bottle yourself up.
Getting yourself all worked up getting caps on your teeth.
Remember you have the potential you are the victory it’s in your hand but your eyes are your doorway ...
Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine.
But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but...
How the silence greeted her revelation he had this clock-wise reaction and Charlotte curved her position like a pendulum going back and forth. It was all she could say she looked up at him dancing with the golden flames piercing her eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of the time that elapsed like the war of the flow of clocks world. She hopes so strongly she
didn’t jump into his frying pan of words like trying to read the top of the hour newspaper trying to tell the time it’s like a second-hand clock. But first, most importantly we cannot turn the clock back to undo the harm it caused. But we certainly have the power to go with the flow to make things better instant solutions have a way of coming unstuck. T...
Melody tottled down the crowded sidewalk in her four inch stilettos, self consciously tugging and pulling at her skin tight sweater mini dress. The chill of the October night reminded her of her regret for her scantily clad attire. She kept her eyes to the ground, experiencing a full range of emotions, but especially embarrassment, and anxiety about the
potential to trip over broken cement. Mumbling under her breath, she began listing the ways she disappointed herself for going out this night.
It was the last time she would take fashion advice from her roommate, and the only time she would be set up on a date. Her roommate's idea of finding a suitable mate was primarily based on superficial traits like: Greek...