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Clarisse wasn’t sure when it started. She could only remember her bestfriend, Liam, look at her in concern whenever she would pound on her chest, the feeling of suffocation tight on her throat. She didn’t really want to worry him, so she pushed his concerns aside, saying that she was fine and that maybe the feeling would go away in a few days.It didn’t. It’s been two months and that fe...
I really don’t like it, if I’m being completely honest. The way I can only sit smiling, waiting for you to explain your funny story with big gestures as the words that hurriedly escape from your mouth are muffled by your habit of biting your nails.I’m not a fan of how I look at you for a little too long sometime...
I know it’s stupid, but I thought I’d have my first kiss by the time I turned sixteen. Not that I need the assurance that I’m loved or beautiful…I just really hate firsts. Well, let me rephrase that. I have a terrible track record with firsts. My first day of kindergarten I threw up all over Emily Frank’s lunch. To this day, she avoids me, especially during the lunch hour. On my first day of middle school, I blanked when the teacher had us share a fun fact about ourselves. In the midst of my panic, I blurted that when I get ...
Sonny's POVIt was a cold Monday morning, and I was on my way to work. Part way there, I realised how stupid it was not to wear a coat in the middle of winter. I was freezing cold, and I had wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm.Just as I was contemplating going back home and grabbing a coat, the overwhelming smell of coffee and hot chocolate from a nearby cafe drew me in. I stopped in my tracks, smelling the beautiful aromas of caffeine before I finally went inside....
That one summer I longed less for the summer than for what would follow summer. I'm born in June. I turned eighteen in the middle of the final examinations in senior high school. That wasn’t the only reason why my birthday went unnoticed, though.A couple of months later, in October 1988, we would all go to college. I can’t say I regretted saying goodbye to my fellow students in high school. If you’d ask me who I wa...
I fell in love with Thomas Hardy’s novel ‘Tess of the d’Urbervillles’ at the age of fifteen Written and set in 19th century England, it tells the story of a young and innocent country girl, Tess, who is romantically torn between two men: a moustachioed, upper-class villain, Alec d’Urberville, who rapes and impregnates her; and Angel Clare, a seemingly gentle and virtuous young man who marries Tess but then rejects her on their wedding night after she confesses to her past. My passion for Hardy...
Experiencing love for the first timeWhat is Love-‘ a good feeling ‘for some people; ‘an emotion’ for some people; ‘a timepass’ for some people; or ‘a dream’ for someone like me. It was a dream for me to be in love, experiencing the pure feeling and having that true emotions for someone (ahighly introvert like me) which would turn myboring life to some excitement .In my school days I was a shy, under confident girl having oily hair every day and doing homework every da...
How could things be so out of my control? My entire life is turning upside down. Things aren't ever going to be the same. I sat in my eighth grade math class glaring at the test facing me from my desk. I was rereading question number one so much that I began seeing double and triple letters all morphing together and then spreading out onto the page. A tear welled up in my eye and I almost let it fall until I heard a deep voice behind me say, "Do you have an extra pencil?" My thoughts were so deep that I didn't know how to answer his...
Imagine a girl, blond hair, blue eyes. Capriciously placed freckles. Pretty enough to be likeable but not enough to be recognized. She goes to a school where good grades are easy to obtain, but good friends aren’t. The sound of the school bus echoed in her ears, waking her from her momentary daze. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door, reaching the bus moments before the door closed behind her. Ten minutes later, she was at school. Getting off the bus, she saw her boyfr...
Her name is Sevasna. She’s 28 years old. She lived with her parents and three sisters. She got lots of friends, from different circles. From each of them, she believed she gained a nemesis. Nemesis, not because she can’t win over them, but because the animosity couldn’t be settled. Each of them has a silent war waged since Sevasna corrected a grammar, called out their bluff, or simply annoyed with her spirits. But then, they’re still friends. Sevasna pretends she doesn’t see their hatred, but she sees it, as clear as the blue sky. She snu...
May 2019“Whenever you two are ready, we can begin. Please, make yourselves comfortable and don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.” The interviewer, David Rakei was a sweet and gentle young man in his early twenties. David had finally gotten the funding needed to create his documentary on Love. The documentary was an in-depth look on...
There had been many unexpected incidents happening in Sister Amara's life. For example when she, in the middle of a dark, cold winter night, stood in front of the creepy cloister everyone told her to stay away from and, with all the determination she could muster, knocked on that wooden door. It had been a terrifying night, all thunder and lightning and pouring rain. Epic enough for such a lifechangiandng decision.She had never wanted to join the convent. All her life she had been striving to discover the world. D...
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She watches silently as the minutes pass.Every so often, without as much as a sigh, she glances at the cracked glass, the numbers stark against the black background. 7:15. 7:23. 7:45.Turning as the group shuffles towards the revolving glass door, she brings two fingers to her lips, pressing lightly, checking for blood. Rough skin meets her fingertips. No red. With a breath, she wipes them against the dark material of her shirt.Glancing up, she watches as one of them, blue jacket gleaming in the near-unbearable ...
It’s been 25 years since I closed that door. A choice I made alone. I walked away from a love so pure. I didn’t want to hide in the shadows anymore. You married that girl. The one you started dating after you broke my heart. You married her, even after her friend nearly killed you in that accident.I’ll never forget that day. Your aunt burst into the Sunday school classroom and said sh...
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