Captivating: A Short Story

For hours, I thought, they were coming across town for you; they were coming because you invited them. They wouldn’t be dead if you hadn’t invited them.

Human beings are not capable of accomplishing perfection but they are capable of trying to strive for perfection. If that could be possible humans wouldn’t be humans. The human race is full of imperfections. There is no way anyone can reach that level of perfection on this earth. It is foolish to strive for perfection.

“Learners bring their individual backgrounds, experiences and talents that have been influenced by their families, schools, and communities. As learners grow and mature, they increase their ability to influence, contribute to, and improve their various communities.” (Miller, 2013, p. 4). Experiencing the everyday-college-life for a few weeks now, I have noticed two outstanding things about the university that I attend: the friendliness and the Sooner Pride. These two positive things have profoundly affected the way I view the University of Oklahoma. All optimism aside, there are some challenges that every student faces while entering a life of independence. The most noteworthy challenge I face is with the friends I make. All in all, the effect the University of Oklahoma is having on who I am becoming is one that I foresee to be advantageous.

On a balmy evening came Don home and looked around, took off his jacket. He then made himself a cup of tea and a sandwich, he sat down at the table and ate it with pleasure, and drank the tea. When he was done, he gave everything in the dishwasher. Don heard noises from the living room and followed them, he smiled when he saw Meryl and went to her and hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek tenderly and asked "How was your day my dear?" You "I had a pleasant day" kissed him on the lips and stroke gently down his cheeks.

The first few days back for Emily have been busy and I haven't stayed true to getting my email out daily. I will be consistent from here out in getting information to all of you and apologize for the lack of communication her first 3 days.

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

I'm driving a blue sport convertible, with the top down, up the side of a mountain. I look to my right and notice how high up I am. I suddenly get this rare sense of acrophobia, so I let off the gas and press the brakes. As I press the breaks, I abruptly speed up instead of slowing down. I try pressing the gas and letting off the breaks to see if it will reverse the effects but nothing happens. As I look up ahead, I notice a dangerous cliff sign...and I'm racing straight towards it. My heart is in my throat as I try to turn the steering wheel but it won't budge.

Hi Guys!!! This is my first time writing a story hohoho, so please be forgiving if I made any mistakes and do correct me if u spot any:) Anyways, without further ado, let's dive in to chapter 0!!

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

As expected, when Tom opened his locker the following morning, he found a note from Tyrell. Typed on a ripped piece of paper, the instructions were clear yet concise.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.

Pointing at Adam and Ben, “You both swore ‘She’s lying Pa. We didn’t put spiders on her.’

Hours after Vera frightened Mr. Nuttel away, Mrs. Sappleton stood in the rustic, tidy, kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. “Vera, my dear,” the stout woman said.

Looking at the sky and their lost, tired eyes, I felt that I have a decision to make. They are coming home with me tonight.