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Thank You Derek
I was always the shy and quiet type of woman who lived vicariously through other women and their relationships. I considered my love life as being “bad luck” until the day that changed my life forever.
Their Story
Their Story For him, meeting her felt like the beginning of the rest of his life For her, meeting him was just a part of her everyday life
Langston ThomasPublished 3 years ago in HumansPicture This: Holy. Freakin'. Crap.
Picture this: Your 26, and just unlocked the front door to your apartment, step son in tow to make it inside the living room before you do. He pulls it off, his backpack being hurled into the couch that's on the other side of the room.
Tristan PalmerPublished 3 years ago in HumansBroken Stones of England
The gravestones formed crumbling waves which lapped against the gnarled and immovable trees. Ripples of them were heaped against the boundary wall of the graveyard and their various curved heads undulated in a single swell against the ivy-covered coping stones. Each pulled slab bore the traces of the earth from which it had been torn, a clean tideline which separated roots from carved words. We tore the earth asunder as we pulled out those stones like rotten teeth, as we wrenched bodies and bones out of the dank soil.
Catherine SpiritPublished 3 years ago in HumansBeliefs of an overtired Aries Taurus Cusp.
Honestly, I’m in a mood. I don’t know if you can relate but right now, in this moment I am feeling sorry for myself and a little pissed off at the world.
Inheritance
Rowan Pierce hesitated momentarily with his hand on the worn knocker. 'What's behind door number three?' he muttered, sarcastically. He patted the small black Moleskine in the breast pocket of his jacket and re-assured himself for the umpteenth time that this was all going to be worth it.
Hannah FergusonPublished 3 years ago in HumansLondon Sunrise
She felt loose for the first time in years, as though every tiny joint had been rejuvenated, the tendons released like new springs.
Michèle NardelliPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe misadventures of a Dreamer
It’s been approximately eight years since I’ve last seen the sun. I sleep. I wake. Now and then, I still manage to dream..which, as it turns out is the reason for my life-long misadventure.
Naomi ZachariasPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Old Car and the Black Notebook
The Old Car and the Black Notebook By Bailey Sadowsky The girls were riding high. They were still buzzing with excitement and confidence. Wren, Marcie, and Jezz screamed the rap line of the hottest song on the Top 40.They had the windows down and they cruised the dusty back sections lines enjoying the last warm hints in the fall air celebrating their victory. Because today, they were victorious. Last night the girls had just made State Volleyball for the third year in a row. The first time the girls made the journey to the golden court they were just sophomores,terrified of competing against the saged seniors of the statewide competitors. The last team from their rural hometown last made state volleyball 24 years ago. They held great pride and ensuing pressure from the whole community just as sophomores.
Bailey SadowskyPublished 3 years ago in HumansNatural Mystic
On friday November 12th of 1999, a beautiful baby girl named Ubaida was born to Ahmed's family. She had beautiful big brown eyes, tight coils for hair. Dark brown skin that glows when the sun hits it, and shimmers like gold when her lovely mother massages it with shea butter. Her father, Assani, was a hard working accountant who earned a good living to take proper care of his family. While her mother, Sherika, worked as an elementary school teacher. The total combination of their household income was around $180,000 per year, which meant that they could afford to live comfortably even after having their newborn daughter. Sherika was born with a weak heart as a child, so got sick often and sometimes even bed ridden. When Ubaida was around five years old her mother was admitted to the hospital due to her heart and passed away. This was a devastating event for the newly formed Ahmed’s family, but was very hard on Assani. He had to start performing the duties that his late wife used to do, to keep some things that Ubaida knew as normal going on to reduce the effects on her death on their daughter.
Ubaida AhmedPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Little Black Book
In Rijeka, it had taken Lewis two days to find a licensed Harley dealership. His needed a change of tires, which he wanted to get done before he went any further south along the Adriatic and, he hoped, eventually into Greece, Turkey, and from there into the deserts of the Middle East.
Steve HansonPublished 3 years ago in HumansLittle Book of Wishes
The sun is starting to rise. The light is starting to pierce through the curtains. There is a woman sleeping ever so deeply and comfortably wrapped up in her blanket on her couch. Her phone starts to vibrate on her glass coffee table. She opens her eyes to being hit with a blinding ray of warm light. She picks up her phone.
Sergio VanNessPublished 3 years ago in Humans