Ada Zuba
Hello fellow interweb explorers! I am Ada Zuba. I binge the Netflix shows and just recently Disney plus has been my happy place. I am a creative person with a big love for Disney movies. I hope to one day write and publish a fantasy novel.
For Ending It
I will start by saying thank you So, thank you. Thank you for taking your time Thank you for kissing me the way that you did
Fix a Broken Heart
I thought I had a good thing I thought I had a sure thing I thought you were the best but when it does not go your way I had to fix it
I Hope He Likes Me
Disappointment. The word "disappointment" came into Aria's mind. She could not pull off her black dress anymore, she used to fit into it perfectly, but with her new weight loss, she looked like she was drowning in it. Aria pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the wooden floor. She peered from her room down the hall to her sister's closed room door. She bit her lip. Aria could already hear her sister asking why she would take her pink dress, but it was the only thing that would look good on her new reinvented body. Aria went for it, she stepped into her sister's walk-in closet. She found the pink dress and she tugged it off the hanger and she went back to her own room with the dress in hand. Aria put it on and indeed it looked perfect. Finally, she could on her make-up. She peered at the reflection in the mirror, her green eyes stared back at her, she carefully applied each layer of make-up. When she stepped back into the frame of the mirror she was satisfied. Her dark make-up made her eyes pop out, her pink lipstick did not clash with the dress.
This was Perfect
Dating is hard. I will admit it, especially after being with someone else for so long. There are specific rules you follow when dating. Such as:
Carpet Stained Red With Merlot
Aurora Prescott stared at herself in the mirror. She could barely recognize herself, it has been a while since she was on a first date. It must have been three years since Jason left her for her former best friend. Aurora's caramel-colored hair was curled to perfection, they fell in waves, her dark eyes popped with the dark eye make-up she had not worn in a while. Despite the three years of not being with anyone, her body was still stunning; a flat stomach and slender long legs said it all; she was a yoga instructor. Aurora leaned in closer to the mirror and she uncapped the red lipstick and slowly painted her lips into an approving red.
The Black Book Heist
It all started about three weeks ago. I was taking care of my sick father, since the covid-19 hit, I decided to take care of him. He did not have Covid. However, he was sick with cancer. It was hard seeing him like this with his face sunken in, dark circles under his eyes, his wrinkles in his weak smile, his beard that grew in because he did not have the will to shave it. He used to be a real hero; he used to have muscles that once saved my brother from being squished by a car. Anyways, we were out on one of his walks, he moved at a slow pace, and I had a hard time slowing down to his tempo; I could hear him wheezing behind me as we walked along the paved path in the park. We stopped by our usual bench, dedicated to Susan Martin, great friend, mother, sister, and humanitarian.
Let me Sleep
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon when this horrible raucous had awoken me. I opened my eyes and in fact, it was my noisy neighboring squirrels that woke me up. They were arguing again.
My Showerhead is my Biggest Fan
We like to keep busy. We like having something to do; some of us love our jobs and look forward to going to our job every day; others like sitting at home reading a book or gossiping with friends on the front patio of your favorite bar. However, when we come home at the end of the day, it is refreshing to see everything you love.
Ada ZubaPublished 4 months ago in Motivation
