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Two Pink Lines. Top Story - April 2024.
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Fiction
Reaching Out. Top Story - April 2024.
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
When Love Tempts
Elara, a weaver known for her tapestries that captured the whispers of the wind, lived a life as quiet and ordered as the threads she worked with. Her days followed a rhythm as familiar as the rising and setting sun – the clack of the loom, the gentle hum of her song, the scent of wool and lavender that filled her small cottage nestled in the foothills. Yet, a silent yearning thrummed beneath the surface, a yearning for something more than the solitude her life offered.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Luna's Triumph
add 100 words to this story "Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the edge of a mystical forest, lived a little girl named Luna. Luna had curly brown hair that bounced with every step she took, and her bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity. She was known for her determination and kindness, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need.
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Fiction
