My Love Story

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

Copper leaves and empty skeletal swings rustle against the blistering carbon machines smoking out particles of greying sonorous melodies, heavy with a layer of thick mournful soot and perspiration sweating out the saltiness of human fervour. Like a young, raw-like fever that stretched out, dissolved and collapsed its black plumage around iron playgrounds where children used to play in illusive and corrosive battlefields swirling in an antagonistic coal-lit fire crackling its scarlet canker smoldering like a cancer along the tremors of their innocent bone marrows; along the emerald green fields of their small capillaries. In an intricate design of love and war, that canker buds Like weeds in a mercury-infused soil Oozing out the yellowing

When the bell rings, the thought of Zayn kicking him to America is honestly the only thing keeping Louis from running out of the building.

Humor was always an interesting thing from his daughter. Very few expected the macabre from a young girl such as her, but he knew his little angel was a skewed mind and he accepted it with good grace. It was something he himself had, something that made him a little bit of an oddity amongst the people that knew him. That was what made him such a good Father perhaps, the fact that the social world seemed to be something that he would easily skip out on if it meant that he would not have to deal with the world of humanity. The utter annoying grouping of the species. It almost made him sneer sometimes as he looked at social media, Facebook postings, the utter insanity that the world had come to represent. Nevertheless it let him dedicate the proper time to a woman who deserved it. Not a wife, not a fiancée, and not a girlfriend.

I still remember the Tuesday night sitting in the cold park bench alone looking at my phone and reading his text. Part of me wanted to be blissful, he knows I exist, but the major part of me was trying to hold back the tears that were starting to make their way through. Sometimes they don’t have any idea of how long their words can stay in our minds and how many different ways it can affect us. I still remember every word in that text; stabbing like hundred knives, and enhancing the pain. I started doubting myself that day, was I worth everything? Was I worth for someone to like me? Do I even like myself for someone else to trust me? We know there is a saying, ‘love isn’t supposed to be easy; it is supposed to be worth

I flung my weight against the handle of my red wagon. The giant container of mustard was the heaviest thing I have ever encountered. It didn’t matter how heavy this mustard was though because I had to get it to the park. As the sweat poured down my face, all I could think about was the bet that I had made with my best friend Tera. After losing multiple games of Scrabble, I wanted to win something too. This is when I decided to bet Tera that I could eat more mustard than she could. I knew Tera hated mustard as much as I did, so she wouldn’t have the advantage like always. This would be an easy win, and I could finally prove to her that I could be successful too.

Not just a love story meant for children, the Pixar movie Wall-e it is a vision of the hard reality this world will face one day. A writer from the New York Times, A.O. Scott commented, “it is, undoubtedly, an earnest (though far from simplistic) ecological parable.” Showing that there is more than just the love story between Wall-e and Eva that should be focused on when watching the movie. Just as in life, there are far more important things that needed to be focused on throughout everyday life. In the Merriam-Webster dictionary, they define parable as, “a short story that teaches a moral or spiritual lesson”. The movie, Wall-e, portrays the consumer behavior and focuses on the attention of humans to not focus on the problems at hand and to turn away from what is actually going on. In the movie, the ecological parable is the story showing the link among the organisms and the environment. The Pixar movie Wall-e is deserving of the definition of an earnest ecological parable, through generational entitlement, consumerism, and lack of sustainability.

The story I'm about to tell you is about the darkest time of my life. Let's flash back to exactly one year ago, to when I was blinded from what I thought was love. It was my first serious relationship and fell way too fast. That was the first mistake. My mom warned me to take it slow but of course I just brushed her off because she didn't know anything about what I was feeling. Two young kids in love, what could go wrong with that? To me he was all I had dreamed of, those dark brown eyes and addicting laugh. He treated me like a princess, at first, and I never have felt that way before and I couldn't get enough of it. I was obsessed about him in every way, and he felt the same. Of course we fought like every other couple, but we made up soon after and everything was perfect again. It was like I was in a fairy tale. However, to everyone else, he was the opposite of my prince. He was the evil stepsister in Cinderella, who wanted to control every aspect of my life, and when I wouldn't let him, he transformed into the evil stepmother. Months went by and even though everyone else around me saw right through him, I still had a blindfold over my eyes. I never realized until now how bad he treated me. It was like I was in a fog and all I cared about was the good parts. But the bad definitely outweighed the good on so many levels. You don't tell someone you love that they're fat and to eat less. You don't tell them they can't go out to dinner with their family. You can't control

I grew up on a steady diet of Hallmark and fairy tales, and like most little girls I hung onto every last word. From the couple fighting, to them desperately confessing their love for one another, I just could not tear myself away. More times than not I would replay every moment of the story in my head, that is until a new love story caught my attention. We all know the storyline. The beautiful young lady meets a handsome stranger, and as much as they try to deny it, they have a special connection. As their relationship grows they suddenly can not stop themselves from confessing their feelings, until something tragic happens and they both ended up heartbroken. Most importantly, all of these events lead to their fairytale ending, where they live happily ever after. These stories are great, and watching them is a rite of passage for most young girls. However, these romances are not real, and love in this life will never look the way it does in movies. Naturally, as I grew older my love for these movies only grew, but I could see the effect they were having on me by the age of 10 when I had already decided that being a wife, and having a family was one of my biggest life priorities. Having a family is still so important to me, but that's not the problem.

Likewise, all Tyler accomplished in our ‘relationship’ was taking advantage of my kindheartedness. He used me for sex, money, and for someone to be there for him. This immature, sophomore high school student at the time insisted that he loved me, but he didn’t. He stated that I was the best thing to ever walk into his life, but he never showed it. He promised me that we would never break up, but we did. Our three year ‘relationship’ was nothing but forced love.

When I was younger I would make conversation with any breathing personage. As I grew older just the thought of having to interact with someone I did not know was mortifying. Therefore, signing up for a full week of a Young Life camp was one of the hardest decisions I have made. Trying to back out the night before, I wandered on to the bus at six in the morning. A forty-five minute drive and forced to scarf up my cell phone. Arriving at the camp we were greeted by a thousand smiling faces. Settling into our cabin, I was a little more relaxed until I heard the bell. Curiously, we walked out onto the porch to see everyone running. Our cabin quickly followed into the chaos. I Pushed and scraped my way through everyone, and made my way to the front row of the club room. I thought to myself how idiotic it was, I was already a Christian. What else is there to learn about God? Little did I know. That night was the first time I had been introduced to God on a deeper level. I saw him as intimidating and loving instead of a fictional character in my head. I felt comfort and at peace for once. July twenty-fourth, two thousand and sixteen is the day that changed my life forever. I heard the greatest love story of all time. Most people know what it feels like to be loved by a family member, friend, or a spouse. However, nobody can grip the thought of someone loving them as much as Jesus. He could have stopped the Roman soldiers at any given point. However, without His mercy and grace we

He was my first actual boyfriend and we became the best of friends, we spent every moment together doing everything or absolutely nothing but whatever it was we would always have so much fun. Soon he would have to do his travel term through the school. We had talked about it a lot and we knew we loved each other enough that eight weeks would not matter. But as time went on it took its toll more on him than me. I was content in his love and wouldn’t expect him to feel any different. He got back and everything seemed normal, we spent the next few months together and summer break had come and we both went home. He would still call me every night and tell me how much he loved me, once again I was content with the fact we loved each other very much and that distance wouldn’t make a difference. One night he randomly called me and told me he didn’t love me and it was all my fault that I was controlling, jealous and mean. I was so upset, a day before it was me and him against the world and now he hates me, he made me feel like I had destroyed his soul. A week later after the most depressing week of my life he called me and told me the reason why was because he had cheated on me on his travel term. I had completely lost my mind. I was so hurt and hated myself even more at this point. I thought I was undesirable and that my personality was even worse, that I was unlovable. For the rest of the summer I had kept going back to him

So, when things fell apart with Kyle and I, I was crushed. Absolutely devastated. We

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.