to the person that i loved the most ! to the person that i gave myself for him ! to the person that i gave him all i had !
to the person that i kept thinking about him all the day and night long ! to the ,person that i saw him in a different image !
To the person that was ready to gave anything for him ! to the person
that i wanted him as a part of my future ! to the person that i gave up everything for him !
My time ! my studies ! my secrets ! my life and finally and the most important thing .. My heart ! to the person that i couldnt stop thinking about even in exams ! even in my grandfather's funeral !
to the ghost that warmed my bed in night when i remembered her smi...
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 ...
As he rounded the final curve in the road, his fingers tightened around the wheel as the back of the truck slide through the gravel like warm butter. The old trucks blue paint, peeling further in the wind like little flags against an oceans strong breeze, and the ram, glistening like freshly polished silver, twinkled in the early evening sunlight. He knew
that if she ever found out how fast he was going that she would bring hell upon him, but he didn’t care. Not tonight. He needed her too much to fear her anger this time.
He quickly pulled into the driveway and took a moment to look around his quaint home. The fields reached a football fields length on all sides of the house, ending in a gorgeous line o...
So I did a lot of shopping, I have not yet checked my balance, how much I invested. I walked for hours and I promised myself that I am not gonna fall in this pathetic situation again. Next day, we had a class together, after class he asked for a drink, I went there because I felt that I need to end it in person or maybe I was desperate to see him. He was
there, I realized that day how much he resembled a kid. He asked me what was all the bullshit, I told my side of the story. In the end, I asked him if I could touch him for the last time, he said no. I asked the second time and he denied but I held his hands anyways and said goodbye. I don't know maybe if he had said okay that is our problem lets deal with it t...
At some point, I hugged him that day though indirectly, I did not want him to go, yeah he had to go. When he went I felt like I wanted him longer, and I felt ashamed and bad too for my activity. I did not know he was younger than me, 3 years of the age gap. He was a Bachelor student and I a Master student. I was a little bit hesitant about him. But his
concern for me melted my heart every time. I don't know what I wanted from him, defintaely not love though. The more I knew him the more closer I got, the more comfortable I was with to share my secrets. I have to stress though, not all secrets. His smell would drive me crazy. When I say this, I feel like I am a dog. Anyways, he started to look more and more good...
Every time when we were together in bed, he asked me what was our relationship. I wanted to say to him that I liked him very much and have fallen in love with him but I could not say, though once accidentally I spilled my secret. We met when he came to me asking whether we could compare our assignment, I was not done with the assignment so I replied I am not
done yet. Next time he came to me asking about the lecture that he was absent in, but look at the play of the time, I was also absent in the same class. I had a lot of things in my mind going on so when he asked for my number I was not bothered I just placed my cell phone in front of the table and started working on my laptop. At first impression, he looked...
There once was an old man who, on one night, while resting in a chair, that was sitting on a porch, thought to himself the most curious of things. And this, that he thought, to put quite simply, was a question that most in their short lives have asked, and that is, what if. What if he just suddenly packed up and left town without so much as a whisper would
anyone even miss him. And the answer, that he didn't want to believe or say, was no, which was a response, that in time, convinced him to do exactly that. And so, the next day, with the coming of the moon, the man quickly began to pack up his belongings for the long journey ahead. And as he did, a little bird landed on the ledge of a window, that the old man ...
She glanced down at the swathe along her hand, and what she saw disarmed her entirely- the mark she had always known to be of the brightest colours, reds and yellows and summer-sky blues, had changed like the stroke of a paintbrush, like a sun had set on her skin. For now, the streak of rainbow was the colour of ebony; a black deeper than she had ever known,
a pool of uncertainty and hope and discovery. The colour of space, somehow not lacking in colour at all, but instead overfilled with it… like it had tried to split its seven ways but realised that the shades seen by the human eye weren’t anywhere near competent, and tried to fill itself with colours not yet existing. The slight sheen that glimmered over...
It was a strange day. The ground shook occasionally. The sky would erupt into lighting for a good 10 minuets, and then settle again. Up to 37 people would vanish from around the world. And no one would care. This was the way of the Guardians.
You never knew when you would be chosen. When you were, you had a choice. Go quietly, and watch your old life
from afar as everyone forgot you existed, or struggle, and see your loved ones die. Most people went quietly. I sure did. I never thought I would be chosen. I didn't feel noble or heroic like the other Guardians always seemed to be. No I felt like if I were Chosen I would be The Guardian of fear. God I am glad I am not. I suppose I should introduce myself to y...
So, erm, yeah, hi. I've never written a diary before so I don't know where to start. I don't really want to begin by saying dear diary. That's too cliche. Besides, that implies that there's a reader at the other end of this and it would kill me if anybody found and read this. Ugh, I really don't want to do this. I'm no writer. The only reason I'm even doing
this is because Dora, my best friend since high school ( who is a constant diary writer) told me keeping a diary would help me figure my feelings out. If I'm anything right now, I'm confused about my feelings for Finn. I've tried everything and nothing has worked out so far. So why not give this a try? Again, it would kill me if anybody found out. I'm a very...
The sudden noise coming from Amber Williams’ laptop made her jump. It was the sound that signaled to her that one of her friends was trying to reach her on Facebook.
Amber ignored the sound, and tried to concentrate on the YouTube video she was watching in the other tab. Not that it was all that hard. This was, after all, a Jonas James
video. Ever since she’d found his channel a year ago, she’d been obsessed with him. And every Friday after school, like clockwork, she would tune in to see his latest video.
Now Amber was getting a little annoyed.
OK, make that very annoyed. With a deep sigh, Amber navigated to the Facebook tab she had open. She saw that one of her best ...
Lance are you listening.", Whispers impatient voice came through the blue tooth earpiece.
I was busy strapping the heavy armor on, "Yes I am listening, she sounds nice.", I was annoyed, "We came here to do the job not talk about my love life.", I tightened the straps on the vest. It fits snugly on my toned form.
Whisper frequently tried to set me up,
usually just before I went into battle. I was of the mind she should know better because she used to do the job.
"Don't you wish you had someone to come home to?", she had taken a motherly tone, "I don't want you to look back and regret how things turned out."
I slid the chrome Desert Eagle fifty calibers into the shoulder holsters, "The only thing...
Smoke builds in my lungs to curl out from under my lips. ‘Hold me in your arms, please. I want to feel secure in my life. I smoke weed/dabs to feel secure in the notion that I have access to utter peace instantly’. Breathe in. ‘Warm’, Ruth thought, falling back onto the bed. ‘What must I do to fill this insatiable emptiness within me. I feel it.
The smoke burns out the badness and ejects it from my body in a large fluff floating from my body into free space. It feels me, but does not love me in return’. 5 seconds left. Breathe out....