Couldn’t Stop Writing I turned the page over and over again, but still, I couldn’t figure it out. My stomach growls as I’m struggling for my art. Each page is more difficult to understand then the last, and stumbles all around my head, pounding brutally; there’s nothing there. Blank as the white, crumpled piece of paper I thrusted across the floor in frustration, my mind wondered why there was nothing on the paper. “Harold always knows what to do, never, would he ever dream of discontinuing his gift for a trashy opportunity! His judgment is clouded and impaired because of his illness.” I said reluctantly. “Being a workaholic is not an illness Mary, it’s special,” said Carlen, “I would idolize having that superpower.” Carlen swats her bangs to the side and sighs while she jogs around the house, carrying a spray bottle in one hand and dirty paper towels in the other. “This is not the life I wanted, being a stay-at-home mom while my husband gets to move freely and get a break from the kids. Marcus has a job he gets to drive to, sits at a desk working 345 days a year including weekends, people he eats lunch with and who knows what else?!” Carlen marches into the bedroom, drops her stuff and skyrocketed onto her bed unaware that she spilled her coffee cup onto her favorite rug. “Yea they are totally living the dream, working nine to ten hours a day, maybe more and sitting down for seven of it.” I said sarcastically as I set the cup on the nightstand beside her bed and
“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
“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.”
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.
At some point, she decides to stop running. It’s been hours or minutes, she doesn’t know and for once she doesn’t care. All she knows is if she doesn’t find refuge soon, she’ll collapse and it’s better to do that someplace that feels secure than in the open.
"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."
“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.”
Almost instantly, River picked up his feet, sprinting faster and faster through the large crowds of people. A wide grin on his lips as he held the bread in his mouth still, cascading down the busy roads, avoiding cars and people along the way. A few of the pedestrians tried to even help the officer behind him by grabbing the white-haired perp. However, it seemed the boy's lightning fast reflexes resulted in them missing every time. With only a few who grazed his hoodie barely.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
I’m sure my mouth is doing a perfect imitation of a fish as I stand staring at him. What is he doing here?! His jade eyes seem to almost shine in the evening light, his hair caught in the faint rays of sunlight left, a small smile on his face. What seems like a few hours later, but I’m sure is only a few seconds I finally respond.
“As I was saying,” he chuckled. “My boys say my new niece is going to be a doctor. I wonder if she can hook Brad and Eldon up with some of her friends.”
“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.”