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.

She leaned against the door frame and laughed at me a little as she crossed her arms over her chest.

She tried to hurry herself, but her little stubborn legs and heat prevented her to do so. As she continues to approach to you slowly, she finally made it. Now into your arms, where [D/N] lay her head onto your shoulder. You both walked in the dreadful heat.

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.

In the car listening to music on my phone, relaxed, minding my own business. I feel a tap

It was one of the last days of Summer before I would start Pre- K in September. The sun was shining and the rides were running today at Playland. As we were sitting on a bench. eating our funnel cakes and lollipops we see a little girl who looks about my age with dark curly hair with her mother exit the dragon coaster. As soon as we see them my mom pulls me up and with her to the woman and her daughter.

When the retelling is complete, I will ask the child if there is anything else he/she would like to add.

My home, sitting in the middle of the Central Valley in California, was occupied by a young couple, eager to be the best possible parents, and their two young children. My rambunctious older brother and I were sure to keep their hands full. One attempt to keep us calm that was all too common for my mother to implement was reading to us. She hoped to kill two birds with one stone, it would engage our young minds as well as provide some peace and quiet. The two of us youngsters, plopping down onto her lap in the worn-in Lazy Boy recliner, would sit for hours listening to the words flow out of her mouth like water down a river. It usually was not long before we dozed off in her arms.

It sent chills down her spine, she turned to look at him only for her scenery to change again. She was now in bed looking down she saw her bare skin in the sheets. She smiled and awaited for the lust filled moments ahead of

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.

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

So usually people start off these stories or memories with something special to them or a little saying that is special to them or the person they’re talking about. All I can say though about this person is that they’re the most special person in my life by far and they’ve gone through the most crap in my life alone! You probably aren’t looking for a life story though so I’ll tell you about one specific time dear to my heart still to this day and even though I don’t show my love to her, I’m still grateful of her to this day for what she tried to do for me! You’re also probably still wondering who the heck this person is, this person is none other than Lindsey Faga, my mother.

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.

This story starts in September the year two thousand my senior year of highschool, I was sixteen years old. My girlfriend Nicole was dating this guy named Colt and she wanted me to meet Colts best friend Marcus. She kept telling how nice, funny, how much fun Marcus is and that I should really meet him because we would get along great. I told Nicole over and over, It is my senior year of High School I just want to have fun, I do not want anything serious. She kept saying, “come on Alana, just meet him”! I said to Nicole, “ How old is he”? She replied, “He’s 21...he can buy us alcohol, we no longer have to shoulder tap, if you guys start dating”. I replied to her statement with, “Nicole, I am not a big drinker, I am sixteen what does a twenty-one year old man want with a sixteen year old girl”? Nicole replied, “Alana just meet him he is nice”. I said to her, “ Nicole does he work, does he have a car, does he have his own place, does he have a college degree, is he in school”?! Nicole replied with, “NO”! Nicole, answered NO to all of my questions, I replied to her, “Nicole, he has nothing going for himself, why should I meet him, my answer to you is thanks, but no thanks”!

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.