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I bent down and glanced through the cot. The child inside was fast asleep. I could not ever have envisioned having standing where I was today. Being a father could be so glorious. I clearly remember the time a year ago. The time when I thought that kids were a nuisance and a source of the disturbance. Now the world around seemed different, better than before. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a soft noise. The baby was moving. He opened his eyes. Emeralds green and almond-sized were looking at me. Unwillingly a tear fell...
“Oh my god, LyLy, come here, you have to meet this guy I was telling you about, he’s totally gorg and has an accent to die for,” her, very clearly tipsy, friend says, her voice rising and dropping with her excitement.
A few people around turn in question, the louder parts of her sentences breaking over the barrier of the music. If Lyanna had one wish at the moment, she would wish to disappear. She technically ...
Greer - My impression of a blind date has always been associated with women and men in their mid-30s who are so unlucky in finding a partner that their friends have to step up and coax. So when my friend presented me with this opportunity, I immediately doubted my charm, speculating why I would need a blind date at the age of 19. Regardless, I decided to give it a chance to see what it has to offer.
Hours before t...
I haven't been out of the house in a while...
It hurts to get out of the stone-cold bed in the morning. It hurts to interact with people. It hurts to get dressed and look at myself in the mirror. It hurts to see myself as the shell of who I once was, cracked from the inside-out.
Even so, my friends convinced me to get out and meet someone. They signed me up for some stupid dat...
Shivers of insecurity yet a bead confidence in her tiny little red dress, the fact that she doesn’t see who or what to compare to, builds a sense of coziness in her own skin. She smiles and slips the thin cotton cardigan down her shoulders, softly it falls into the ground unnoticed. Days, weeks, months, years she’s always wanted to uncovered her flabby arms, as she thought she had, just to get the cool breeze kisses from...
My name is March Spring.
My father is a part of a spy organization. I've been apart of it since I turned thirteen. Three years ago. He said his son should "learn the ropes."
I hate it.
I didn't get a say in if I wanted to be apart of it or not. My dad just assumed I did.
The only good thing is my best friend, Ryker, is there too.
I'm not supposed to know him. He's actually a prisoner, b...
"I just don't see why you had to bring her." Eleanor and Gervassi stood on the porch together, standing several feet apart and whispering. It was some of the most aggressive whispering anyone ever heard, and yet that was just the dynamic the two seemed to have. Gervassi wished that Afra hadn't gone inside, but he knew too that this was a battle he had to fight alone. His ex girlfriend, and maybe now ex friend ...
It was ten minutes before her date and Maeve had to meet her boyfriend in the lobby. Her best friend/roommate didn't return at his usual hour which could only mean he was not going to return at all that night. With one swirl in the middle of the living room and one last look at her outfit, Maeve smiled and checked her phone. No new messages and no new calls. She checked the time again and realized there were five minutes left. Maeve sat on the edge of her red L shaped couch and stared ahead patiently.She was getting...
My story is entitled Joseph and Mary meeting for a blind date.
A blind date is a social engagement between two people who have not previously met, usually arranged by a mutual acquaintance.
A blind date is arranged by a mutual acquaintance of both Joseph and Mary .Also both the two people Joseph and Mary take part in the blind date and have never met or seen each other ,hence the phrase "blind date...
It was a cold night. February 14,2020 Jared Collins finished our love story. I thought my valentines will be perfect. But Jared did not direct my life. My name is Cinderella 26 years of age I lived at California. Daughter of a C.E.O. to be honest it's not my real name. My name is Mary Katheryn McCarthy. Born on July 23, 1994 I still believed in fairytales. True love kiss is real. One day I was dreaming for a prince charming waiting outside of our mansion. While holding my shoe glass....
"A blind date?!" I shout.
"What?" I say after my friends tell me they set me up for a blind date.
This is not happining.
I know she cares about me, and want me to get a boyfriend, but I draw a line at blind dates. Usaully. I don't have anything aganist the boy, I just do...
I glance up from my conversation with my friend, Beth, and behind her, I see him entering the café holding her hand. Waves of emotion rush through me; fear, surprise, anxiety, excitement, desire, and joy, all at the same time. I had never expected to meet his wife and had hoped I would never have to. Seeing her felt even worse than I could have imagined. She looks so kind, so pretty, so wonderful.
She said a red dress. On valentines day of all days, and I, a nice jacket with a rose in his pocket. How many of us here tonight are living the exact same scenario. I could sit in any of these empty chairs and present myself to the lady in red as her date and they would be none the wiser and my date could mistake me for a random guy sitting in anticipation of meeting his date. It would seem that we all share in our unori...
“It sounds like hell.” “You’ll be fine. Now, the women stay stationary in the circle while the men rotate around the perimeter. You’ll switch to a new partner every three minutes,” he carefully explained.“It sounds like square dancing,” I protested. “Do I allemande right or left?”“It’s not square dancing. And you will not be promenading with anyone unless you at least try to talk to someone. Just be nice. Don’t be an ass,” he warned. He sounded like my new ex-wife. Just be nice.<...
(Write a story in which two people who know each other are introduced — but neither person admits to knowing the other.)The only way I can describe it is to say that it was the worst moment of my life. ~~~~~I had finally gotten up my confidence, and with it enough nerve to actually put my money and my skills on the line for a ten day Photo Adventure Excursion to Iceland. I was excited beyond description and totally preoccupied with che...
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