Hi Denise: A Short Story

as to why someone would want to speak to him. 4 paragraphs later Sergei has come to the

By the way, he was here yesterday and I spoke with him and then he left, he said he would return!

Hi Sue, we are on the same page with that respect, I prefer to be behind the scenes as well. I am not a real big fan of being the center of attention.

What an amazing story of God’s grace and redemption! Thank you for sharing so honestly. I think people get caught up in trying to forget who they used to be when the story of who they used to be can really help someone. I am a runner. I had the pleasure of running with a lady not long ago who struggled with a meth addiction for 14 years and it wasn’t until she had a personal encounter with Jesus Christ that her life was changed. She is an amazing inspirational speaker and truly shows how God can heal. God bless you, Lisa, for using your story to help other. Best of luck to you this semester.

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.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t even think that it’s my fault. Maybe if I describe my situation to you my problem, N/A, will become clear. N/A isn’t something that other people can see, so It’s not alive. I can’t even see it. I can only and always feel it. I feel it watching me, and judging me. I always feel it there in the back of my mind making me feel inferior, and different. It laughs at me when I cry and yells at me when I laugh. Somedays are better than others. Somedays it just watches me from the sidelines judging the way I do things. Other days it jumps right into my life yelling at me and cutting me down.

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

There is uncertainty as to when this message will be conveyed to you, nonetheless I write with a sense of bliss guiding my hand. Foremostly, to a degree you had scarred me, riddling my shivering fingertips with grief, remorse, doubt, pity, all of which flabbergasted my nerves; causing everything to burst forth in a chaotic reckoning without rivalry. I had foreseen it though, whether present in my subconscious or conscious I had foreseen it, a means to an end, even so it is an irrefutable fact that what I felt for you was more than a petty teenage romance.

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!!

Suzy is going to cover my break this Friday February 3rd at 3:00 pm. After confirming my appointment with them yesterday I was advised it was moved up to 2:00 pm so I am planning on leaving here around 1:15-1:30 since it’s a 30-40 min drive. I just wanted to let you know.

While the rest of the team had fallen asleep, I still laid awake lost in thought. We have already been on this plane for nineteen hours and thirty minutes. Which means we only have 20 minutes left on this horrible flight. I started to consider if we should've chosen a different airline, but then I realized I only dislike the 20 hours on this plane. I probably would've enjoyed this plane more if it wasn’t 20 hours. I don’t really know why, because I do enjoy the peacefulness I find on all planes.

Sheriff Eldritch Meeks straightened his hat and emerged from the Chevy Bel Air. Its beacon singed into the back of his neck. Red. Eldritch watched thin sheets of dust sweep down the highway. Everything was fuzzy. He wiped rain from his eyes and took a deep breath. The knife twisted harder into his brainstem. Headaches. The pain was getting worse. Stabbing. Pinching. Wriggling. Eldritch needed a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He needed a fucking detox. But it would have to wait.

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

Ethan wasn't worried, either, and he always started off weeks with a laser focus which generally waned by Thursday or so, although he picked it up late in the day on Friday with the weekend coming on. That was, of course, assuming he didn't have to work a weekend or go out of town to meet a client; lately, they'd clamped down on overtime or on anyone aside from upper management flying out of town on company dime. In general, if you had to leave your desk to meet a client, it was either a really big deal, or they were close enough in town to be managed face to face.

“VLADIMIR: He didn't say for sure he'd come / ESTRAGON: And if he doesn't come? / VLADIMIR: We'll come back tomorrow / ESTRAGON: And then the day after tomorrow. / VLADIMIR: Possibly. / ESTRAGON: And so on. / VLADIMIR: The point is— / ESTRAGON: Until he comes. / VLADIMIR: You're merciless. / ESTRAGON: We came here yesterday. / VLADIMIR: Ah no, there you're mistaken.” (111-121)