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THE TIMELY AFFAIR
“The future…my past…your present…its all connected…” Emperor Henry began to cough again, this time for at least 5 minutes.
“Oh please my love don’t speak.” Empress Anne whispered as her 600 year-old husband who didn’t look a day over 50 (and neither did she for that matter), hacked up blood. Old age had finally caught up with him. Tripping over his own fee...
It was a sunny, cloudless day in Montmartre, and Christina was having the time of her life admiring the view of Paris when suddenly a handsome young man kneeled in front of her, took her hand into his and looked into her eyes with a mischievous smile.
“My dear beautiful lady, will you marry me?”
At first, she was completely stunned. Not only did she not know the man, but she also did not know what was happe...
Why am I here? Where am I?
The floor feels… hard. Was it there a minute ago? I’m not sure!
Where am I?
I can’t remember anything.
I can see something crawling in a corner to the left. It looks like ants. Hundreds and hundreds of ants crawling across the floor. Where are they going? Why?
Why am I here?
The ants, they’re glow...
Everyone in the practice rooms practically beams with happiness, but he doesn’t. A scowl threatens to bloom on his face instead.
Now Sunghoon is pretty similar in values with the other boys around him- They all want to make it big in the music industry, make a change and even have their names as the first search on any social networking site (Sunghoon searches every night before it’s his turn in the show...
“Congratulations! You will be dying in five days.” Not the first thing you expect or want to hear before you’ve had coffee. Especially not after being woken up way too early. On a Saturday.
The man who had spoken sent a disgusted, condescending look my way before pushing past me into my home. Even if I wasn’t been busy picking up my jaw from the floor, I wouldn’...
“Thank you all for joining us on such an important day. I’m so glad we made it to today, this took a lot more planning than I can put into words - mainly ‘cause my lovely bride did all of it”. The room filled with laughter, the kind you do out of pity for a bad joke. “I am incredibly happy to call her my bride, and from today on, my wife.”
Emma could feel her eyes filling up and watched a tear land on her...
Nina easily passed through the last check point at the airport as she walked towards the entrance, she left her home country to move to a foreign country in another continent because of love. Nina took a leap of faith one she hoped would pay off. A man in blue jean and white top had a tablet with her name on it, Nina walked to him as he noticed her presence and smiled at her, ‘‘welcome Miss Nina....
I’ve never thought of myself as a witch. But no doubt that’s what they will call me.For me, the future is a blur of form and colour without sharp edges. It is in the shape of the clouds at sunset or the gleam of a blade of grass in the fields; momentary glimmers of what might be, in the same way one might see the shards of a reflection in the ripples of a pool of water.Understanding the forgotten secrets of nature is both a gift and a curse – for I cannot create the future and I have no influence over what may come to pass. ...
"Are you sure you want to do this, Liam?" asked Dr. Brian Miller, my best friend since elementary school. We were situated in a special room in the North Mark hospital; a room not too far from the room of my comatose wife, Sophia. I was lying in the hospital bed with multiple medical machines attached to me but unlike her, I wasn't a patient in need of care. I was there to save her.
"You do know you'll die if ...
He clutched the stems of the melancholie souls in a deathly grip, waiting anxiously for the potbellied owner of the flower shop to finish business with the boy in the late twenties and his order of a 2 dozen roses. Quite pretty they were, the rose flowers, with their red petals dank from the morning dew. Far auspicious a blossom than the ones he was currently gripping, like his life very much depended on it.He'd thought these flowers, the melancholie souls, were quite apt for the occasion he was getting...
6:30 PM, Owen’s Diner, May 8th:
“Hi,” Cammie introduced herself. “I’m Cammie, your blind date.”
The shorter girl was bold and a little foxy, her dark eyes framed by dramatic eye makeup. “Ooh, you are cute!” She smiled, a smile full of secrets and mischief.
So unlike Alex…
“My name is Alya.”
8:30 PM, ...
The lake reflected light better than anything else on campus. That was the conclusion Maisie came to as she watched the image of her dorm, eyes focused on the flames that could be seen from the kitchen windows. She wondered what it would feel like to touch the orange glow that rippled ever so slightly on the surface. To press her hands into the heat and not for one second feel the burn. Her palms itched with the need to...
A secret is only a secret when it’s not been told. I have one of the biggest secrets, but so did you. I have kept this to myself for the longest time and it’s eating me up inside, and enough is enough. There have been times where I have wanted to tell you, but the world simply won’t allow that to happen. Maybe you’re not supposed to know, maybe I’m just meant to disappear without a word spoken, like a fragment of your im...
All I could think as I looked around at the happy faces and cradled cans of beer was how much I needed to get the hell out of here.
Heat prickled my cheekbones. Do not cry, I told myself, holding back the tears with considerable effort. It was just like sucking in your gut for a picture. I had done this before. I could handle it.
The front door was only ten yards fro...
The hospital room was near complete silence. Nothing, but the rhythmic snap of the heartbeat monitor, provided an ease to the quiet. In the dimly lit room a man sat, holding his wrinkled hands up to his chin. His gaze locked on the small, frail woman lying in front of him. Her peaceful slumber would fool anyone into thinking she was perfectly healthy.
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