This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

“You lied Zane! How could you?” A frowning Olive said while crossing her arms. “I, I am sorry Olive. I knew I just had to. You understand, don’t ya? I had no choice. I knew you wouldn’t have looked twice at me. Am, am I right?” Zane nervously stuttered and rumbled, as per usual whenever he gets nervous or excited. Olive knew that what Zane said, was true. She wouldn’t have given him a chance, and even now knowing this, she is debating to run away. It isn’t too late to run away, Olive tells herself

as he sits on his bed and runs his fingers through his hair. Regina comes up behind him and rubs the middle of his back trying to comfort him. She places a chaste kiss on his lips, "what has got you riled up?" "Its nothing, I'm fine," he replies and forces a smile. "No you are not fine. Why are you shutting me out?" "I'm sorry, love. I have just been stressed out about a lot of things lately. I just didn't want to bring you into it because you already have so much on your plate." "You can

Haiti. She didn’t cry or make any kind of sound. She just sat there and held a toy. The walls of the room were cracked and the paint was peeling. Her foster mom, Marianne spooned rice to her and she began to eat. A sharp cry from a baby boy caused her to look up from her rice. Marianne went to the young boy, picked him up, and began to soothe him. After quieting down the baby, she set out a mat for the little girl to sleep on that night. This was the life of two year old Richemonde Delice. She didn’t

dry tears as she looked out the foggy window. Today was Christmas the day she first met him and the day he left her. On this day happy memories flooded back into her head yet sad memories also filled her head. He had left her 3 years ago and he had no plans of coming back. As she looked out the window her lips curved into a small smile as she remembered the first time they met. (FlashBack) She was rushing down the busy streets of seoul late for her interview. Although she should be at

they have helped me get to where I am today and they will continue to help me grow and thrive. My family is not the average one mother one father one girl and one boy. My family has one dad, one mom, 4 girls and 2 boys. Plus a little dog that goes by the name Jingles. My family is not like other families, we have a 7 seater car and when all of us want to go we squeeze in. My family is really close too. I usually have people ask me if I get along with my siblings and I say Yes! Honestly the other day

when she enters. She has one of those smiles that seem like they could glow if she allowed it freedom. Her blonde hair is tucked into a neat bun. She has a formal, yet soft presence. “Sapphire, I believe it is time you learned a little about you mother.” Her tone is very soft and gentle, but I would be less stunned if she had slapped me across the face. It is an unspoken rule in my family to never discuss my mother. When I was younger I was convinced that she was a felon because she was never

Send me a SIGN! Why? Just because. I passed a Mac dump truck last night coming home. Jeremy, Its to the point I figure Ill see a line of mini 's on fire (I did see one on the side of the road 2 nights ago). You know everything I see and hear I relate to you... I do have to come get my blood pressure medicine, YES Im on BP meds.. only 10mg (I believe its genetic)... plus its been pretty normal since I lost 60 pounds! So hopefully I can get off of it sometime. But I am not to worried, it just add it to

Hoping he had given her enough time to cool down, there he found her watching Sunday morning news while clipping coupons. He greeted her with a simple, “Hi, Mom! How are you doing?” And, planted a big kiss on her cheek. Consuelo’s silence was his cue that she was still upset with him. Sensing she was still disconcerted he walked right in to his room and picked out clothes and packed a few other personal belongings. He returned to the living room with two large travel bags in hand. The rise this gave

Kyllian I am a very powerful demon, in the recent past several encounters have served to increase my abilities. My creator, Raja, allowed me to drink his blood before he died. Raja, who originally made me a demon three thousand years ago, was much stronger than I was. His final transfusion of blood heightened my strength as well as my senses, both my physical senses and supernatural ones. After that my blood was mingled, through the secret of ancient alchemy, with that of the "divine" child. I am not

Back in his room again, he was starting to feel like a little boy who was not allowed of out the house for fear he might hurt himself. The thought that he was kind of being held here returned and it made him even more suspicious. Also he was now starting to notice that everyone kept pushing the idea of him being safe inside. A little disconcerting if not odd. One day he is going to have to get out of here. Why not today? To hell with working for these people. Lincoln was not going to spend the rest