My Love Story

Coming from a lonely and abusive home Mary had to find happiness outside of her house. Her mom made a friend from their church and she happened to have a three month year old baby. Mary always occupied the Richardson’s by helping with baby Alyssa, while also distracting herself from reality. Meeting the Richardson’s ended up being Mary’s worst nightmare. One night the Richardson’s went out and asked Mary and her mother to watch Alyssa.

On a long dirt road in a wooden farmhouse in Mississippi, lived Bessie Vanburen, her 4 children, and her husband John Vanburen. Bessie was a beloved mother who did everything for everyone else before seeing about herself. She had 3 ?boys and 1 girl. Jackson & Justin were the oldest boys who were identical twins. Jonathan was the middle son who had autism where he needed proper care for his health. Jennifer was the only girl & the baby who was always whining about having to do stuff with her brothers all the time. Bessie was a very caring young woman who didn?t work but did housewife chores all day every day. ?The more dirt around the house the more she felt the need to clean up. At the age of 16 Bessie found love while playing in the field yard with some friends. Mr. John Vanburen took her hand in marriage and started a family with her. Although, Bessie was a slave she was very sick but was too busy to focus on her health. ?She stayed in the field majority of the day while her husband go? out and work to provide. The kids would be tagging along with her because there weren?t any babysitters around the way. Bessie was very young with a life of her own. She had lost both of her parents in war ?and grew up raising herself after her grandparent?s? passed. Everything that the family had for dinner was

Together they sang a song known all over their country. They sang loud, and with pride for some greater force couldn't help but here their desperate cry for help. As the solemn song drew to a close, the people heard a big, treacherous, man's voice boom from above. “A young girl will fall as the crop falls. Once she has found true love she will be replenish her and as will the hearty crop!” Thunderous cheering roared through the church along with tears of joy. The elders gathered all of the young ladies in the village and kept them together to keep watch over. Bianca felt out of place. It surely could not be her the voice was referring to. She was just a humble girl and her family needed her. As Bianca began to leave she became light headed and fell over. She was the one the man had prophesied. The elders rushed over lifting her towards the gods. As she weakened, so did the crops. The village waited patiently for a young man to arrive with the love to heal Bianca and the wheat crop. In the late months of the year a horse’s load gallop was heard throughout the village. Men and women alike fleeing their homes to see. To their delight, they

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

… Her father had been talking with the scroungy village men, and of course they had been talking about how one's better than the other. And how great their kids are and all that kind of stuff. Than they started to talk about their families and how their daughters are the best children. Than the topic came up that their daughters do a lot of back breaking work and how they play an important hole in their households. Thinking about what the men were saying one father named Benjamin wanted all the attention on him for once. He is usually one of those people who do not usually get a lot of attention. Then all of a sudden he had a great idea, “Finally, I will get all the attention on me.” He whispered to himself.

He could tell by the way she took a deep breath and the light in her eyes she had felt it too. He watched the way her hips swayed as she walked and the way her thigh high boots hugged her long tanned thighs. He began imagining those thighs wrapped around his waist, he wanted to feel her ample breasts crushed beneath his chest. He gave himself a mental shake. The last thing he wanted was another woman like Roxanne, curves in all the right places and that innocent look in her eyes. They had an amazing sex life, but Roxanne had suddenly had a change of heart and moved on. He did not know what had happened, he thought they were happy together. They gave each other what they needed, a lot of freedom and sex. He did not know why it upset him that she had left, but it did ... He missed her. It was not in him to miss anyone. He was always the one to do the leaving, he had not been dumped since he was twelve. Women gravitated towards him, he knew he would not be lonely for long. There was always someone else wanting to pick up where the others had left

– 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.

They had gotten married on a date unfamiliar to her now due to the lack of memory in the relationship. She was married to Devin Collins, who was the captain of the chess club back in high school and now a physical education teacher. He grew up a lot since high school, growing muscles, strength and an ego. Samantha had three children, two girls and one boy. The boy’s name was Charles. Being the only boy he was over glorified and forgiven for most of his life by his father. The two girls, Amanda and Christine, were a year apart and stellar students but received no recognition. Samantha herself was forced by Devin to quit her job at the hospital as a doctor because of the children, even though she was sure it was of status and jealousy. As bad as Samantha’s situation sounds, one thing keeps her going. And it is the guy at the coffee shop. She did not know his name but they had exchanged a few words. By her understanding, he was a sweet, 6 foot tall, blonde haired man who seemed genuinely excited to see her every morning. Now, Samantha was a beautiful, vibrant woman. She had beautiful red curls that framed her freckled face. She was 5 foot 11 and had curves in all of the right places. Even being 44 years old, she looked 22. And every morning she felt that way when she walked into that cafe and saw his smile widen as she walked in. He looked at her with such lust and joy that her heart skipped a beat when he looked at her. But on March 10th of 2016, they had more than an exchange of words. She woke up at 5 in the morning with the same skip in her step as she does every morning. Today she decided to dress down and to take her computer and online shop. She put her hair in a messy bun, put her glasses on, a big sweatshirt, some sweatpants and headed out the door. She walked out her building with a deep smile on her face as she bounced lightly on her feet down the stairs. She walked into the

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.

Jesbet was a twelve year old girl who had been growing up all her life with children in the street. One day, a disease spread around and most women weren’t able to have children. When their husbands saw this tragic, they decided to adopt children from the street and claim them as their own. By the time Jesbet knew, most of her friends were gone and she was left alone roaming the streets. Eventually, as Jesbet passed by the streets, her little friends were no longer able to be near her. Each parent pulled their child away so they wouldn't get near the poor little girl. Sad and left alone, poor

Once upon a time there was an 15 year old boy or adult, his name was Adam he played football. He was pretty good at football. All he wanted was to date a girl that liked him, like the one girl that he sit’s with every day. She just turned 15. She has brownish, reddish hair, about 5’4, and her name is Danielle. She was the head cheerleader and she was pretty good at it to. He likes her, but he doesn’t know that she likes him. It’s Sunday and he can’t sleep he’s so anxious to sit with her or even see her. The weekend kill’s him he can’t stand to be away from her. When he wakes up to get dressed in the morning to go to school his mom walks in said crying and said that his great grandma had passed away at 5:30 p.m and we have to go to her funeral.

She was a rich girl, Jane, who had everything she ever wanted until that day...she did not understand what was happening at the time, but now--her parents were going to divorce. Soon, her mom got legal custody of her. It was about one o’clock in the morning ,three months from the divorce, and her mom was taking her to live with her grandpa because she was detected with leukemia and her father had passed away due to war. Jane had not known her grandpa, she had only met him once as a baby. Because she so young at an age of eight had not really met her grandpa, she felt very timid and afraid, alone . When Jane arrives at her grandpa's house she looks around and looks puzzled when she sees a beautiful elegant staircase, a t.v. that appears to

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

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.

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.