Creative Writing : CouldnT Stop Writing

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

He was a good man, but not the right one for me. And Park Avenue was not where I belonged.”

"Hello?" she said a little too loudly and immediately cringed with embarrassment "Still working on the dresser? I told you, building is not woman's work." Krist teased and Abby couldn't help but roll her eyes, even though she remained slightly amused. "What do you need, jerk?" she asked her partner. "We've been called into work, kid. Tourist crowd is getting slightly out of hand and they need all hands on deck." he stated with too much excitement but Abby groaned. "Such short notice? What are they thinking?" she tried not to sound so annoyed but she was. "I don't know but stop building the wonky dresser and get out here. I'm driving today" Unbelievable, he was already downstairs, so much for warning. "Well, I have to put my uniform on and it could take a while so get comfortable" she tried to sound bossy but it didn't work too well. "I can come in and help?" he joked and once again, she rolled her eyes. "I'll be right down." she hung up and began to run across the living room towards the bedroom where her uniform laid on the bed. Even on her days off, she still worked. "ouch!" she shouted after stepping on some protruding wood. "Damn

“I do what I think is right for my family, matter of fact I do what I know is right for my family. I don't need you telling me everyday that what i do is wrong.”

“Connie,” called Henry, “I think you should talk some sense into your husband. He knows…”

“Sorry to interrupt you, but you should just be grateful for having had the strength to make your own choices. You’ve got the strength to remain a fighter, so don’t let this quibble let you down. I may be self-righteous smug, on the other hand, I must admit that you’re an enterprising woman who has her feet so well put on this Earth’s soil. There have been times when I even envy you because everyone loves you for your work ethic and your accomplishments. I… I must apologize for being so difficult these past days. I apologize for stealing your money, it is yours not mine. I have no excuse for my behavior.”

I look out the window above the sink as my mom replies. "Ok, sounds fine, bring a swimsuit, and that light purple sweater for night time, and hiking boots and old sneakers, and LOTS of socks, and-" I listen to her as I search out the window for nothing in particular, until I see a movement in the window of Camden's house on the first floor. I stare at it as my mom drones on, and Camden emerges from behind the curtain and waves creepily.

Damien stepped forwards and pushed open the grandiose metal doors before their path. Said doors loudly screeched as they were unfolded to expose a thriving hub on the first floor. In what looked like a pre-war mall - there had been stores, carts, merchants, mercenaries, prostitutes, and many other forms moving among the linking corridors and lobbies. Commotion rung from wall to wall with sales pitches and the buzz of conversation. Wayward lived up to its name within the single building. The lobby and foundation of the town went on endlessly from the entrance. When both of them stepped in far enough, the sound of the doors closing behind them also brought forth the more romantic glow of the interior. No longer was the sun pouring down on their backs. Instead, what looked like Christmas lights had been strung up between the carts and store fronts dotted around the hall.

With the overwhelming growth of New Adult books. I had stopped reading from this genre for quite sometime. But all of a sudden Addicted to You pulled me out of my misery and restored my faith on this genre. It is one of the most refreshing story out there.

Health care is vastly different yet has very similar aspects in the different countries around the world. Each one tries to do what is best for the citizens, economy and government. Though a lot of them have similar delivery systems there is always something that sets them apart from each other. Two specific countries are going to be discussed further here are the United States and Sweden. The reason Sweden was chosen is because is it listed as one of the top countries for health care in the world. Many different aspects of health care delivery will be explained including the healthcare spending, concerns in rural areas, health professional education and training, prescription drug coverage and women and children’s health care options.

It shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t fucking be like this. He shouldn’t be here, he’s already done this. He’s already died from this. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair.

Paige rushed around the house as she got ready for work. All she could think about was the extra ten minutes she spent in bed that morning and whether or not it was worth it. While she was rushing around trying to feed the dog, brush her hair and get her lunch ready for the day, she decided it was worth it. She really needed the extra sleep and it felt good to take a few minutes for herself. Paige has been going to school full time, working at the agency full time and studying for her last few finals. She only had a few more days until she was finally finished with her master degree and she would be done with school after six very long years. Even though she was feeling rushed this morning, she knew it would only be a few more weeks of the craziness; that was enough to push her out the door and prepare to start her day.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

Jessica’s hand moved quickly as she wrote down the days Maddie spoke of. “Yeah, that works for me.” She responded, her eyes trained on the piece of paper. “Now what about quiet hours? I have to get up for work at 6:30 AM everyday so I need my sleep. Oh, and I’m on a strict diet so I’d prefer if we could keep separate groceries.”

“Excuse me,” I cut the man off from the constant stream of pain he was causing to my ears. “I’m sure being the Director of the Marriage Examiner’s Office makes your time precious and worth more than I can give you. I would hate to rush you allowing someone like me the honor of speaking with you, but many will notice you are missing and wonder where you are.”