eight! Was it all too good to be true? While they ate, William pulled Rose aside and whispered, “My family is coming to New York this weekend. They are dying to meet you.” “What if you invited them to the wedding? I would love for them to come.” “I thought about it but I didn’t know if Gwen would mind. You know she really wants a small wedding.” “Gw-w-wen,” Rose yelled. Rose told her about William’s parents coming to town the week of the wedding. “Hey, it’s going to be a great party
I always think back to when I was just a kid. I had a happy childhood from what I can remember. My parents both died in their sleep when I was about six years old. Doctors could never find out why, they called it a "medical mystery" or whatever. It was harder on my older brother, Noah. My younger brother Justin was just two years old when it happened. He barely even recalls my parents now. After our parents death, we were adopted by a Japanese couple. It was pretty cool considering our family was
i want to forget. and i 'm trying. but this is so hard. he 's a liar. he 's a cheating lying piece of shit. but i love him. i love him with every little splintered, cracked shard of my broken heart. he 's the reason it 's like that, broken i mean, but i can 't help it. he 's the one that knocks me down, but the hand that picks me up is always his. i know i shouldn 't keep going back to him, but there 's something about him that just.. i don 't know. draws me in? that sounds about right. it 's been
have actual jobs and actually work for a living, I don’t. Get over it. Anyways, I’ve seen some pretty weird things on this job- garbage men who apparently know karate, among other things. Last night the weirdest thing-probably ever- happened. Let 's flashback to when I arrived. I had parked up the road as I normally do, and walked down to the house. There was already a car in the driveway, but I thought nothing of it. Lots of people had two cars. I entered the house no problem- did these people even
and get him to draw something for them. I thought that was very interesting because I also loved drawing. We continued on in our conversation about different things that interested us. We had the same likes it seemed. I informed him of the relationship I recently got out of and he said that he would be a better boyfriend towards me. In response, I said, “You have to ask me out first.” “I’ll get my chance. Might even get you a necklace,” he typed back. When I got home that night, his responses were
little brother, and she is trustworthy. I am this girl. I am the girl that for 10 years thought of herself as the only big sister, but I was wrong. I remember sitting in my dad’s old gray work truck while he was under the hood fixing something. I was always nosing around in things that were none of my concern; that warm spring day was no different. As I was nosing around I found a photograph of a young girl, older than me but not by much, she was riding a horse. I was so confused. The girl in the photograph
I lied awake and stared at my wall like it was the most interesting thing I 'd ever seen, studying every crack and chip in the paint that I hadn’t already committed to memory. It was 4 o 'clock, and I swear just a second ago it was midnight. I felt that same restless feeling that I 'd been feeling for the months after Jason died. I sat up in my bed and reached for the pack of cigarettes sitting on my nightstand. I stood up slowly and pulled on my jacket, starting to drag my way outside. I opened
If you are reading this, I congratulate you. Not many converse with me before their time. Oh, but where are my manners?...I must have misplaced them; therefore, I will refrain from introducing myself. Instead, I will tell you my story in the hopes that you will fear me as I was once feared. Time used to be my ally, guiding everyone and everything to me, at least almost everyone. Young Enoch was able to escape my grasp, as was Elijah when his time neared. Now, Time has beaten me down into something
outcast. I knew I was an outcast ever since I looked at my best friend and I thought “wow, I would date her.” And it wasn’t like “wow, if I was gay I would date her,” it was “I would date her in a heartbeat.” These thoughts led me to discover that I, Elysia Wright, youngest in a family of 7 other half- and step-siblings, the only daughter my mum has ever had, was completely and utterly bisexual. Now, it wasn’t a snap decision. I’ve had years to stew in my thoughts to confirm that yes, I am bisexual
One, I am awake. Two, I don’t want to open my eyes. Three, I need to see though. Four, Open your eyes. My eyes flutter open like wings to a dragonfly. “Hey.” That one word is enough because it’s Terran’s voice. He is sitting up shyness, and embarrassment cloud his face. “Hey,” I hold back against the wall so afraid of his fragility. I just want to run to him and hold him. “I’m sorry for whatever I did incredibly sorry.” “It’s okay,” I say. “We try to be okay.” he says. I nod slowly moving