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(dont cry. this story is very sad and not safe for emotionally sensitive readers or story-consumers. good luck on trying not to cry while reading this. i hope this is enough of an emotional roller-coaster to make you cry.) The cold and blunt wind pierced my face like a sharpened knife. I heaved my ponderous bag, and forced myself to put a foot after the other, crunching into the 2 meter deep snow. I was hiking a mountain; Mount Everest, to be exact. The snow crunched beneath my feet, reminding me of the mellow crunch of the cottage-core ...
The day I met him, my heart fell out of my chest, butterflies swarmed my stomach by the thousands, my mind whirled in a state of euphoria and my eyes were glued to his figure. It was the day I met my forever soulmate. He was my co-worker in a start-up tech business company named Zer0, and we were introduced to each other by our boss, for I had just joined their big family. A few months after working, I was elected as Female Team-Project Leader or FTPL and he was elected Male Team-Project Leader or MTPL. We kept working together, fini...
I've run my whole life. Of course, I'm an Olympic winner. I own three gold, two silver, and one bronze medals hung in my bedroom. I was trained since I was little, and my long legs have carried me far, even around the world. People recognise me as the great runner that won the Olympics. I side autographs on hats, books, and whatever else, and I take pictures with my fans. This always happens whenever I go out for a walk. I love my life as a runner. And I won't ever stop running unt- until one thing, just one, changed my life forever....
The cold air stung my face as my tired legs carried me down the pedestrian side of the street. Many ads were hung up everywhere, and graffiti covered the walls. Typical cityscape. My stomach rumbled as my eyes blurred. I couldn't read any of the signs, either graffiti or ad, because I'm dyslexic. I had been walking on and on, trying to find a place to eat and hide from the cold but was so far unsuccessful. My stomach growled again. Suddenly, this woman beggar took hold of my feet, making me trip and almost falling to the ground. ''...
Day 1 - Hourglass Body Workout Challenge Today I woke up early, at 4 a.m. to be exact and did the first good habit of the day: making my bed. With the pillows fluffed up, the bed-sheets straightened and the covers all set up. I went to the bathroom and took a refreshing, morning shower. After that, I dressed in yoga wear, brown lululemon leggings and a tight black shirt. Unrolled my yoga mat and did yoga, with Youtube, of course, for an hour. With all my muscles stretched out, I tidied up all the yoga gear and switched into the d...
Ever feel like your drowned out of everything? Of energy, of life, of feelings, of love, of company, of care, of appreciation? Mentally drained, emotionally drained, physically drained, and just... generally drained? I can relate to that. Hi, I'm Naya and I'm eleven years old. For my young age, I've been compared to others way too much. And mostly, these ''comparisons'' come from my grandparents. First, I'm not really into spicy food because I don't have a high level of spice tolerance. My grandparents, as per usual, compare m...
2 As the train rounded the corner, all the first years gasped in pleasant surprise A magnificent castle with five towers peeked out from the pastoral foliage. Four towers stood high and mighty, with a magical sparkle in each one. The first tower had sunshine and gold glitter flowing around the top. This tower emitted a kind of radiant glow that made us smile. Its yellow decorations welcomed us with a smile and a hug. The second tower was the utter opposite of the first, for heavy, grey clouds drooped around the top, as rain s...
1A click sounded as I twisted the key in the lock, unlocking my locker, for I needed books for the next class, right after break.Suddenly a rowdy group of boys passed behind me, catcalling me for some nasty reason. I turned around and saw that Louis was there.''Louis,'' I said to him, beckoning with my hand. He stepped out of the group and stood beside me, a piteous look on his face, ''What's up, dear?'' He shot a glance at his friends, chuckled, then looked down at me again, for he was tall and I was short.I contracted my eyebrows, ''You sh...
Colourful lights were all around the room, lighting it up. Music blared loudly from the huge speakers in each corner of the room. At the two ends of the room, there were long tables filled with never-ending, luscious-looking menus. I saw many stereotypes all around the room. People piling food on plastic plates, people singing along with the tunes, people dancing on the dance floor, people with eyes stuck on their phones, youngsters that were joking around together, people gossiping and many more. I was talking with an old friend fro...
I gently cracked the egg on the marble counter and pried it open as the yolk and whites spilled onto the pan, in the shape of a perfect circle. I turned the heat higher for a moment, only for a moment, and it sizzled as the clear whites actually became white. *turns the stove knob to low* The fire was ceasing and the egg was almost ready, the middle looked half-cooked, my favourite kind, and the edges rimmed with brown. A few more seconds and it would be ready to move from the pan to the plate. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. I c...
LOCATION: FRANCE --- TIME: 1982 MARCH 13TH Il était une fois... Dans une forêt lointaine.. Il y avait une jeune fille dans une cabane en bois. Elle s'appelait Bella et elle vivait dans cette petite cabane avec sa mère, Eliza. Le père de Bella les a quittés quand elle était bébé et il n'est jamais revenu. Bella n'a jamais su ce qui s'était passé alors, et sa mère n'a jamais dit à Bella quelle était la raison pour laquelle son père les avait quittés tous les deux. Leurs tâches quotidiennes étaient accomplies avec bonheur et ils menai...
My eyes flutter open as the snowflakes fall on my eyelids. It was dark, so it must be nighttime, but I've lost track of time. The leaves trail along the ground, pushed forward by the cold winter breeze. - I try to breathe and I saw a fog coming out of my mouth. My hands stuck to the ice, and I realised they were bare. I gasped and tried to heave myself up, but it seems that all my muscles were frozen by the cold. My feet were freezing and my whole body was shivering with the cold, I close my eyes again, accepting my death. A few ...
December 24th, 1869, Christmas Eve. A Chrismas Eve party was hosted at my house and there were a great many variety of foods, including hot meals like pasta, tomato soup, warmed beans, gravy, roast ham, and minced pies, with desserts that included Christmas pudding and cake, loaves of bread with a side of cranberry jam, eggnog, Buche de Noel, gingerbread, two pans of fruitcake, and Christmas cookies. I filled a big jar with sweets for the children and the little creatures devoured peppermint barks, mini candy canes, bite-sized chocolate ...
*murder warning and graphic descriptions* #2 Flashback of part one: I turned to Detective Sophie, ''Wow, Detective...'' She shook her head, ''Please, just call me Sophie.'' I nodded, ''Look, Sophie, we've got to go to the hospital now and go to the corpse room. We've got to give Robert a chance at giving Father an autopsy before he is buried.'' Sophie nodded her agreement and we exited the house and she drove a police car, with Robert in the front passenger seat and me alone in the rear passenger seat. ~ ~ ~ ~ We arrived at Sai...
*murder warning and graphic descriptions*#1My phone rang in the middle of the night, and I awoke.I blinked my eyes open and stretched my hands upwards, grappling around for my phone.I finally found it and saw that Mother was calling me. My insides lurched; what happened?I answered, ''Yes, Mother?'' She gulped on the other side of the line, ''Dad's gone.'' I felt my face go white with fear, and I grasped the phone tighter.''What?'' I replied, my heart beating fast. Mother sniffed, ''Dad's gone,'' She repeated, ''He was murdered.'' And I broke...
i really don't see the need to not write.
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