Flicker of Hope
Finding Hope in the Darkest of Places
She sat on the edge of the cliff, staring out into the endless sea. The wind whipped at her hair, but she did not move. She could not help but wonder what was out there, beyond the horizon. She had always felt trapped in her small town, but now she knew she had to leave. She stood up, took a deep breath, and jumped. As she fell, she felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration wash over her. She had no idea what lay ahead but was ready to find out.
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Mitchella O Erayoma
Writing helps me better understand myself and my experiences.
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Maria, a resilient single mother, faced life's challenges head-on. Juggling multiple jobs, she saved diligently, dreaming of a better future for her daughters. Sofia, mature beyond her years, supported her mother and cared for her younger sister, Isabella. With limited resources, Maria transformed their living room into a makeshift classroom, nurturing their minds. Overcoming setbacks, they embraced education and their passions. Years later, Sofia received her college diploma, Isabella cheered beside her with a high school diploma. Tears of pride streamed down Maria's cheeks as they embarked on a new chapter, knowing they could conquer anything together.
By Mitchella O Erayoma12 months ago in Fiction
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
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I read this story as a metaphor for taking the leap into something new, something that scares us. So beautifully written!
I enjoy reading your Motivational work❤️😉