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...
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 ...
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...
I do my homework as I treasure my seat on the full bus, on my way to the hospital, like I've been doing for the past three days. Papa has been sick for a long time, but he always refused to go to the doctor, because he didn't want to “waste” money. And it's true that it's expensive. Almost too expensive.
Suddenly, the bus jolts to a stop. A scraggly
line appears across my homework. I sigh. At least it's in pencil. I stuff the paper into my bag and join the mob of people trying to get off the bus.
Everything in the hospital already seems so familiar. I even recognize some of the nurses and patients. I reach 32 B and gently open the door. Papa is sitting up in his bed, staring at the wall. He sees me th...
The blue sky shone like a glistening sapphire on that brisk February morning. The sun peaked its way through the ruffled curtains, heating up my skin. I kicked the blanket off my legs and rolled onto my stomach, giving in to the stretch I felt coming. It felt good to sleep in. I didn't feel the weight of my husband on the bed so I stretched my arm out. No,
he wasn’t there. When I opened my eyes I saw a card on his pillow. I opened it.
Good morning my sweet Abigail. Breakfast will be in the garden this morning. I can't wait to see your smiling face. Shawn.
“Oh, I love you so much.” I whispered into the air. I sat up in bed, stretched again and opened the window by our bed. As promised, my husband had ...
If she is a character in a movie, she would definitely be the main character. The female lead that all the guys fall head over heel for, the one that all the girls are jealous of, but wish to be.
She walks with confident strides, her head up, back straight. And there is positively a halo surrounding her. When
she enters a room, you can imagine a pompous instrumental sounding as her theme song.
Not only are her looks magnificent, her personality is beautiful as well. Kind to everyone, she's not a typical Mary Sue though. She knows how to treat the haters who spread rumors and spout vile insults.
Maybe she is a fairy tale princess. The flowers bloom just f...
Jae slams a piece of paper down on the table. York, previously happily and blissfully in dreamland, startles with a disgruntled snort. He opens his mouth to let out a string of curses and disrupt the peacefulness of the library, but Jae beats him to it.
"This is the perfect opportunity for you!" Jae tells him, emphasizing the word "perfect" as if
declaring his true love. Despite exclaiming in a hushed whisper, he still earns death glares from the other students who are trying to study for exams.
"What," York mutters flatly.
"You're a broke and single drama major. Getting paid to pretend to be someone's boyfriend is the perfect break." Again with the emphasis on "perfect," paired with a cheeky grin an...
He lived near the sea, but never felt the need to visit it until today. It was an aching need that pulled him to the seaside. The sun was beautiful, droplets of light falling on the deep aqua waves. The wintry wind was soft, gently bringing to him the fresh and salty scent.
He distinctly remembered the
feeling of the grains of sand that had made their way into his shoes, more and more getting through his socks and in between his toes as he walked. The little pricks didn't hurt -- they were just annoying enough that he couldn't ignore it.
And then he turned and was walking into the sea. The water moistened the sand and he made wet squelching sounds with every ...
This particular legend says that people from all tribes lived in harmony with each other and with the energy in the air. The energy glowed like liquid gold and one could see flashes of it like rainbows after rain. Everyone was able to take control of it, but there was only peace. No one looked down on one another for
different levels of power and no one took advantage of their skill.
All was well.
But then a man began using the energy to do harm. He relished in the newfound power that he could acquire with the energy. And these dark thoughts quickly spread like a virus through the peoples of Aislandia. The continent was overtaken by chaos, the ancient civilization fallin...