Rodney Thomasearl
Stories (6/0)
Paradise Falls
Paradise Falls When I first saw the black book in the mail, I didn’t know what I was getting. All I saw was the twenty thousand dollars buried in the coffin. I thought about the dollars pouring over me, but I didn’t know what it would cost. That it would cost me everything. I frantically flipped through the black book pages and I read the rules. Their were Eight rules I had to fallow to keep the money or id lose my life. The first rule is to quit your job. The second rule was to give up your dreams. The third rule was to make new ones for a year. The fourth was to find happiness every day. The fifth was to not tell anyone about the book as it was being written. The sixth rules was to save six people. Seven was to touch a cloud. Eighth was the hardest, I had to make a masterpiece. I thought deeply on this, how I could make a masterpiece. The premise felt impossible and I felt the gravity of the situation immediately like a fissure pulling me in. I knew there was only thing I possibly could do to make a masterpiece. I looked over to my laptop in the left corner of the room. As I walked over and grabbed it, it felt heavier like Mjolnir. It was like God putting his hand on my shoulder and showing him the way. I felt stupid trying to win anything. I had never won anything before. I couldn’t help but to at least put my fears and anxiety aside and try to fix my life. By typing this story I would slowly becoming who I wanted to be. Someone I thought I could never be. If I completed this list I could keep all of the money but if I didn’t Ieould lose it all. I frantically started to work on this Black Book. I already had so many projects so many things I needed to do. My life was a dumpster on fire and it felt that way constantly. I hoped that this would be the end of that. I put my fingers to the keys and I began to play my symphony.
By Rodney Thomasearl3 years ago in Motivation
Bitter Taste
Bitter Taste Clouds Love has never had such a bitter taste since I met her. I thought I was prepared for anything in this game of life, but I was not ready for you. I wasn’t ready for the pain and suffering I was destined to go through. I should have known it would be toxic from the start. When I saw that purple mohawk, I should have known you were trouble. This Valentines I spent it alone, even though we were supposed to spend it together. I’m guessing you are with him or maybe someone else. I should have known you were cheating the first day we started dating. It was like we were never alone; you never gave our relationship a chance. It is like we were never really were together. I wish I hadn’t made plans with you, at least then you wouldn’t have to make a excuse. Now that I am sitting here in my dorm room alone, I can’t stop asking myself, “why do I keep on doing this”. What is the point of a relationship if you feel like you are alone even if they are starring you in the eyes? I should have noticed how cold your eyes were, even when they were burning with lust for me, but was it ever love? I don’t think so, if you did love me you wouldn’t hurt me like this. I already know the answer but for some reason I haven’t left you already. It is just a matter of time, till I find someone just like you. I wish I could handle being alone like I was before. It feels like you cracked me open and my soul leaked out. Like I could never live without you, but I need to. I have tried to be with so many other girls, but I keep coming back to you. I could have been with someone else today, but I only want to be with you. It felt like the red string of fait was a noose around my neck, it felt like I couldn’t breathe without her. I could feel that string killing me.
By Rodney Thomasearl3 years ago in Humans
Black Book
Paradise Falls When I first saw the black book in the mail, I didn’t know what I was getting. All I saw was the twenty thousand dollars buried in the coffin. I thought about the dollars pouring over me, but I didn’t know what it would cost. That it would cost me everything. I frantically flipped through the black book pages and I read the rules. Their were Eight rules I had to fallow to keep the money or id lose my life. The first rule is to quit your job. The second rule was to give up your dreams. The third rule was to make new ones for a year. The fourth was to find happiness every day. The fifth was to not tell anyone about the book as it was being written. The sixth rules was to save six people. Seven was to touch a cloud. Eighth was the hardest, I had to make a masterpiece. I thought deeply on this, how I could make a masterpiece. The premise felt impossible and I felt the gravity of the situation immediately like a fissure pulling me in. I knew there was only one thing I could possibly could do to make a masterpiece. I looked over to my laptop in the left corner of the room. As I walked over and grabbed it, it felt heavier like Mjolnir. It was like God putting his hand on my shoulder and showing him the way. I felt stupid trying to win anything. I had never won anything before. I couldn’t help but to at least put my fears and anxiety aside and try to fix my life. By typing this story I would slowly becoming who I wanted to be. Someone I thought I could never be. If I completed this list I could keep all of the money but if I didn’t I could lose it all. I frantically started to work on this Black Book. I already had so many projects so many things I needed to do. My life was a dumpster on fire and it felt that way constantly. I hoped that this would be the end of that. I put my fingers to the keys and I began to play my symphony.
By Rodney Thomasearl3 years ago in Motivation
Paradise Falls
Paradise Falls When I first saw the black book in the mail, I didn’t know what I was getting. All I saw was the twenty thousand dollars buried in the coffin. I thought about the dollars pouring over me, but I didn’t know what it would cost. That it would cost me everything. I frantically flipped through the black book pages and I read the rules. Their were Eight rules I had to fallow to keep the money or id lose my life. The first rule is to quit your job. The second rule was to give up your dreams. The third rule was to make new ones for a year. The fourth was to find happiness every day. The fifth was to not tell anyone about the book as it was being written. The sixth rules was to save six people. Seven was to touch a cloud. Eighth was the hardest, I had to make a masterpiece. I thought deeply on this, how I could make a masterpiece. The premise felt impossible and I felt the gravity of the situation immediately like a fissure pulling me in. I knew there was only thing I possibly could do to make a masterpiece. I looked over to my laptop in the left corner of the room. As I walked over and grabbed it, it felt heavier like Mjolnir. It was like God putting his hand on my shoulder and showing him the way. I felt stupid trying to win anything. I had never won anything before. I couldn’t help but to at least put my fears and anxiety aside and try to fix my life. By typing this story I would slowly becoming who I wanted to be. Someone I thought I could never be. If I completed this list I could keep all of the money but if I didn’t Ieould lose it all. I frantically started to work on this Black Book. I already had so many projects so many things I needed to do. My life was a dumpster on fire and it felt that way constantly. I hoped that this would be the end of that. I put my fingers to the keys and I began to play my symphony.
By Rodney Thomasearl3 years ago in Motivation
Bitter Sweet
itter Taste Clouds Love has never had such a bitter taste since I met her. I thought I was prepared for anything in this game of life, but I was not ready for you. I wasn’t ready for the pain and suffering I was destined to go through. I should have known it would be toxic from the start. When I saw that purple mohawk, I should have known you were trouble. This Valentines I spent it alone, even though we were supposed to spend it together. I’m guessing you are with him or maybe someone else. I should have known you were cheating the first day we started dating. It was like we were never alone; you never gave our relationship a chance. It is like we were never really were together. I wish I hadn’t made plans with you, at least then you wouldn’t have to make a excuse. Now that I am sitting here in my dorm room alone, I can’t stop asking myself, “why do I keep on doing this”. What is the point of a relationship if you feel like you are alone even if they are starring you in the eyes? I should have noticed how cold your eyes were, even when they were burning with lust for me, but was it ever love? I don’t think so, if you did love me you wouldn’t hurt me like this. I already know the answer but for some reason I haven’t left you already. It is just a matter of time, till I find someone just like you. I wish I could handle being alone like I was before. It feels like you cracked me open and my soul leaked out. Like I could never live without you, but I need to. I have tried to be with so many other girls, but I keep coming back to you. I could have been with someone else today, but I only want to be with you. It felt like the red string of fait was a noose around my neck, it felt like I couldn’t breathe without her. I could feel that string killing me.
By Rodney Thomasearl3 years ago in Humans
Bitter Sweet
Bitter Taste Clouds Love has never had such a bitter taste since I met her. I thought I was prepared for anything in this game of life, but I was not ready for you. I wasn’t ready for the pain and suffering I was destined to go through. I should have known it would be toxic from the start. When I saw that purple mohawk, I should have known you were trouble. This Valentines I spent it alone, even though we were supposed to spend it together. I’m guessing you are with him or maybe someone else. I should have known you were cheating the first day we started dating. It was like we were never alone; you never gave our relationship a chance. It is like we were never really were together. I wish I hadn’t made plans with you, at least then you wouldn’t have to make a excuse. Now that I am sitting here in my dorm room alone, I can’t stop asking myself, “why do I keep on doing this”. What is the point of a relationship if you feel like you are alone even if they are starring you in the eyes? I should have noticed how cold your eyes were, even when they were burning with lust for me, but was it ever love? I don’t think so, if you did love me you wouldn’t hurt me like this. I already know the answer but for some reason I haven’t left you already. It is just a matter of time, till I find someone just like you. I wish I could handle being alone like I was before. It feels like you cracked me open and my soul leaked out. Like I could never live without you, but I need to. I have tried to be with so many other girls, but I keep coming back to you. I could have been with someone else today, but I only want to be with you. It felt like the red string of fait was a noose around my neck, it felt like I couldn’t breathe without her. I could feel that string killing me.
By Rodney Thomasearl3 years ago in Humans