My Love Story

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.

When I was 14 I was just starting freshman year of high school. I had gotten into the choir I wanted, my classes and teachers were great, I had awesome friends, everything was amazing. Then one day this guy who I had seen around school messaged me on Facebook. He was 4 years older than me but I didn’t care, he was cute and that was all that mattered at the time. So, we got to talking. We had a lot in common, he was

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

The typical love story would start with the sun blaring down; rays of sunlight finding their way through the green leaves with heat prickling his skins like hot needles. It was to be expected, it was summer after all. The wooden bench was warm under his touch, and he was thankful that it wasn’t made from iron or else, he couldn’t sit there and wait. It was already near the end of August yet the summer heat seemed to be lingering longer than usual. Sweats started dripping down his back and the thin tank top he was wearing was starting to stick to his skin, making the lad groaned in discomfort. He was never made for hot weather like these but then again he was neither made for the cold as well. So the only thing he could do was sighing at the misfortune of his body’s toleration with the temperature of his surroundings. He was about to pull out his phone to check the time for the nth time when a sudden hand gripped his shoulder, jolting him in the surprise. A low chuckle left from the lips of the intruder and he could feel the butterflies in his stomach flutter about. Frowning, he turned to his head to the other. “You’re late!” Tyler whined, pout replacing the former frown. The Black-haired laughed, plopping down on the empty space beside the smaller lad. “I’m sorry, the lecturer held us back for a bit to discuss an assignment.” His hand reached into his pocket and pull out a chocolate bar, dangling it in front of Tyler’s face. “Take it and wipe that ugly look on your face. You

I met a girl in Kinder named Mariana. Me and her had been together since Kinder.I fell in love with her in Elementary school in 1st grade so we were partners. She has black shiny hair and rosy cheeks. She is beautiful.

A long time ago, it was just another day of high school, and Susan was wondering who would ask her to the dance Friday. Her crush Andrew was her hope, but she never knew if he liked her. After school that day, Andrew walked up to her and out of nowhere asked her to the dance. Susan practically screamed with excitement.

Do you ever take life for granted or spend too much time with somethings and not with the ones you love well, that was the exact thing as Justine was thinking as he saw his family all grown and scared at him after 20 years.

When I look at this picture...I see a girl care free, happy, in love. There was not a worry in the world. This is by far one of my favorite pictures from my wedding day. The light, the way he is nestling up against me, my expression. It all just felt right.

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.

Greta always fun such joy in spending time with the Prince that she had become so fond of over the time. He was so kind and was much more than a girl like he would ever deserve. She always thought very highly of the Prince, but there were many hardships along with the wonderful memories that they had together.

I knew that she probably wasn’t making the best choices, but i still loved her. I still love her, and I couldn’t believe she would do something this serious to my family.

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.

July 12, 1995 When my life had began. My life used to be so great, when I was actually happy. All I cared about was family, we would all go out to eat every Tuesday. Our parents would always treat us good, as in “us” I mean my twin sister and I. Jullie was her name, she was so beautiful, she was my best friend. We would always go shopping together, it was our favorite thing to do together. June 14, 2010 was the last time I saw her. June 14 was the day everything went down, when part of me was lost.

Thank you for the opportunity to have this space to tell a story of triumph!

I remember the day I met her. It was the month of April. The weather was hot in sunny California. She was not my friend yet, but soon she would be. The truth of the behind our story was quite embarrassing. She doesn’t like when I talk about it. A lie should never be born. The truth is better than a lie. The girl was named Joy. Who she was as a person, matched her name. Her parents had made the right decision when naming her.