My Love Story

When my younger daughter wrapped up her end credits with a jubilant ‘the end’, I asked her, “do you want to share another 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.

We got tired,so I went to sit on a rocking chair,she sat on my lap for the comfort, a strong breeze began, so Avery and I went inside the house, she sat next to the window and I sat on the couch, and I had a vision of the window shattering, and her being cut of glass, I ran and grabbed her and carried her farther away from the window, I didn’t know if what I saw was real, so I couldn’t risk it. After waiting looking at the glass for thirty seconds it shattered everywhere, for a second I thought I had the powers to see in the future, but……. I didn’t. After the wind kept blowing inside it busted the door open. I grabbed her by the hand and

Dad and I grew apart after that. We just drowned in our sorrows, too far away to help each other up. And just two months after Mom’s death, Dad went. “Suicide” they called it. It was murder. No matter how desperate or depressed he was, Dad would never kill himself. He wouldn’t leave his only child behind, letting them slowly die by themselves from the pain. Dad would never.

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.

Every little girl fantasizes over her dream wedding day just like every little boy fantasizes over his professional sports career. Girls draw-up their perfect dress, their perfect man, their perfect venue, their perfect day; guys draw-up their ultimate team, their ultimate coach, their ultimate fans, their ultimate fame. And although every child fantasizes over the idea of an exemplary future, none could have dreamt of a love story so pure.

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.

I got home and my niece wouldn’t look at me. She locked herself in her room and cried for hours. I could hear her through the walls like a ghost wailing at her murderer. As I lay in bed with my sister sleeping in the room adjacent to me, I thought of how my niece must feel. I knew that she knew. It was all for the best though. I had to keep telling myself.

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

My mother always told me that there were two or three sides to the story. everybody have their own side I didn't particularly know which one I said it of course I have my own opinion in my own ideas but they just never really match the others in my family my own personal experience would have to involve my dear old friend Sarah.

It’s October 8th, just a normal Sunday, a work day. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down on the soft, grey couch.The House 51 alarm suddenly started blaring like a song being played over and over again on the radio, calling all trucks and ambulances to several different places, which meant that this fire was going to be dangerous and that it was going to spread very quickly. Everyone chaotically puts on their big black and yellow brush pants, steps into their wide, rubber boots, grabs their safety helmets and piles into the long scarlet red trucks. As we drive out of the house, I hear Main say Gabby’s law office’s address over the radio. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process what I had just heard. My emotions got the best of me as I felt a single tear come down the right side of my face. It was nothing like I’ve ever felt before, breaking my ankle in the car accident months ago didn’t even compare to what I’m feeling right now, in this moment.

I wished never to have to write about the early passing of anyone. I felt it strongest almost a decade when my little brother left this world from a heart condition. A great sadness when happenstance take an amazing mind. In honor of Dmitrius aka Dmitri, I have re-posted all the audios we did below. (Beware, the earlier audio is of quite low quality.)

Well there is a story that I usually don’t tell often because it’s personal. But I guess I will tell that story because like the whole school knows anyways. I mean I hear about it all the time so yeah. It is apart of my life forever, it’s never going to go away no matter what. And that really sucks but I guess that’s life right.

At seventy years old, she had learned how exactly she wanted to live her life, after living this long you reach a point where you realize to the truest extent that you actually have a choice on how you’re going to live. In every situation you come across there’s always going to be at least two sides to every story. And there’s no reason to fluff your feather’s over the little stuff, health and happiness is most important in everything you do. This however was less of a fluff and more, a convulse.

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.