march, the pillow threatening to fall with each step. The 3,000 square feet condominium overflowed with fun and laughter. “Pizza time,” Ellen yelled. “At last,” Rick said, marching towards the kitchen knocking the pillow off Rose’s head. “I’m starving.” Gwen felt a sense of euphoria, reminiscent of her earlier childhood days. She was happy. In a few days she was going to be Mrs. Rick Haley, and for her, the day couldn’t come soon enough. “What a magnificent spin on a seemingly plain life
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
"I know..." He murmured softly, taking Amaimon 's hand in his own and squeezing it lightly, his words laced with deep love and understanding. "It 's hard to talk about these things...and that it will hurt...but it 's best for the both of us to try and be as open as possible," he didn 't wish to push Amaimon. No, that wasn 't the goal, and if his brother said he could not talk about it now then he walls not be upset. Instead, Mephisto wished to express that Amaimon should not be afraid to voice his
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
Chapter I: The Beginning Our story starts in a slightly dilapidated-looking house, where a toddler’s second birthday is being celebrated “I think I know a little someone who wants some cake... ”cooed Jack’s mom Jack laughed cutely “Here comes the train, through the tunnel.” “Choo Choo!” Knocking can be heard in the background “What’s that noise? Jack stay right here, I’ll be... right back.” warned Jack’s mom “What are you doing here, I told you never to come back.” shouted Jack’s mom from
The next few days flew by in a blur as I tried to unpack all of my belongings. It proved to be a very difficult task. You never realize exactly how much you own until you move away. Again. And again. And again. Okay, you just never realize how much you own when it’s always boxed away. And then you go and buy even more stuff. I’m beginning to think I’m a hoarder. On day five, my phone decided to patch over my first incoming phone call of my new-new-new-new-new-new-new-newfound life. It was a simplistic
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