Friendship
Change your life with these inspirational romantic novels
Yesterday, I was at a friend’s housewarming party, where the discussion was- romantic novels read in recent times. When it comes to love novels, I sometimes compare myself to a toddler who, among the crowd, keeps turning his head in the direction of sound without understanding a single word.
By unproposed3 years ago in Confessions
From the City to the Country: A Love Story in Darwin
Emily had always lived in the city, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of urban life. She loved the energy of the city, the bright lights, and the endless possibilities. But deep down, she knew that something was missing.
By Love String Tales3 years ago in Confessions
The Lure of the Outback: A Love Story in Adelaide
Jenna had always been drawn to the wilderness. She loved the vast expanse of the Australian Outback, with its rugged terrain and endless skies. She spent most of her time exploring the vast deserts and red sandstone mountains of South Australia.
By Love String Tales3 years ago in Confessions
Hanging by a Thread
After the miscarriage and concussion in Quebec City, my agent had arranged for me to recuperate at my favorite hotel in Toronto, the Warwick. A friend of mine sang there in the afternoons and it would be good to get caught up with Judy and tell her what had happened with Jake, my former lover, and I.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Confessions
A friend in need is a friend indeed!!
Have you always wondered you need a person to open up to, a person who don't know about you. Well this article is the best place for that, why don't we use the comment box like a group therapy session, where everyone can open up about their feelings and problems without showing their true identities. I will be the first one and open up about my insecurities and feelings in the comment box. We will turn this article into a group therapy session!
By Rohith Pailey 3 years ago in Confessions
How Would I Make Him Need Just Me and No other person? Here Are the Keys Which Will Help You the Most
Quite possibly of the greatest inquiry in the realm of dating is that of eliteness. Having a select relationship is certainly taking things to another level, which is the reason a great many people track down making the progress an off-kilter difficulty. A few ladies even need to manage getting their man to only focus on them.
By Alsong Dunstan3 years ago in Confessions
Discover How to Keep Your Man's Attention When He Starts to Withdraw with These Simple Tips!
In the event that you feel your person pulling away from you, you presumably need to know how to get him similarly as keen on you as he was at first. This is the way you can attempt:
By Alsong Dunstan3 years ago in Confessions
Walter Talks
“If these walls could talk,” the man said before closing the door to his house. Suddenly, the walls trembled, and a bright light engulfed the house, illuminating every corner of the room. A creaking noise came from the walls, echoing throughout the house. Something extraordinary was happening.
By Calvin EL3 years ago in Confessions
George.
If walls could talk. I wish. I saw a murder today. I’ve seen people getting mugged, stabbed and even throw up. I’m a New York City subway wall after all. People spray paint, spit and pee on me. But that’s neither here nor there. The murder was absolutely brutal, the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed in all my days since this subway was built. And that was in the 1890s can you believe it. The worst sight. And I can’t run away, call for help, scream! Oh, how I wish I could scream. Or at least help the poor man that laid there dead for over 5 hours. I had to stay here and just watch a lifeless man for over 5 hours. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because no one walked by. Every so often someone would walk by, and just glance at him! They probably thought that he was a homeless man sleeping. His name was George. I know that because he actually is homeless, and I think he believed that I was his home. He slept on me every single day and night. He would tell me all about his life. About how his childhood was. About how he used to get beaten by his mother. And about his first hit of a pipe. George seemed so sad. And now he’s dead. Too bad I can’t talk, because I actually recognized the person who killed him. He comes by from time to time to catch the train. It’s usually very late at night, when there is barely no one down here. Around 6 hours before it starts getting busy, I think people call it midnight, I’m not too sure. But today he came, and was acting like George when he hits his pipe sometimes. Scratching himself and yelling at nothing. He was walking and almost fell of the tracks. He caught himself and seemed very scared. He looked behind him, I’m assuming thinking someone tried to push him on the tracks. I say this due to the way he abruptly turned around and spotted George. He started running up to him, yelling words I’ve never heard before. He then started hitting George, who was just as confused as I was, since George was just peacefully watching him with me. George is a small man. He’s old and doesn’t have any friends but me. He didn’t put up too much of a fight. Looking back at it, he actually didn’t seem to fight back at all. I think this angered the high man, because the next thing that he did was pull out a pocket knife and started stabbing George. It was so sad to see. To have to bare witness to my friends life leave his body, and turn to stone. There were some days where I wish that me and George could trade places. So I then could walk and talk and interact with other humans, but on this day I took that wish back. I knew that the subway was a scary place at times. But to know what it like to be human and then be turned to stone without your consent… is absolutely terrifying. I don’t wish to be about of their society anymore. Today, I lost faith… and I lost a friend. The only person who spoke to me as if I was somebody, as if he could hear me. The guy ended up running away when he realized what he had done. When enough blood poured out of George, for someone to step in its puddle… that’s when he finally was found. Police arrived and then the ambulance. I over heard the coo talk about how there wasn’t much evidence to go off of. And how he was homless so there wasn’t much they could do. If only I could talk… there would be.
By BirdScripts3 years ago in Confessions
George.
If walls could talk. I wish. I saw a murder today. I’ve seen people getting mugged, stabbed and even throw up. I’m a New York City subway wall after all. People spray paint, spit and pee on me. But that’s neither here nor there. The murder was absolutely brutal, the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed in all my days since this subway was built. And that was in the 1890s can you believe it. The worst sight. And I can’t run away, call for help, scream! Oh how I wish I could scream. Or at least help the poor man that laid there dead for over 5 hours. I had to stay here and just watch a lifeless man for over 5 hours. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because no one walked by. Every so often someone would walk by, and just glance at him! They probably thought that he was a homeless man sleeping. His name was George. I know that because he actually is homeless, and I think he believed that I was his home. He slept on me every single day and night. He would tell me all about his life. About how his childhood was. About how he used to get beaten by his mother. And about his first hit of a pipe. George seemed so sad. And now he’s dead. Too bad I can’t talk, because I actually recognized the person who killed him. He comes by from time to time to catch the train. It’s usually very late at night, when there is barely no one down here. Around 6 hours before it starts getting busy, I think people call it midnight, I’m not too sure. But today he came, and was acting like George when he hits his pipe sometimes. Scratching himself and yelling at nothing. He was walking and almost fell of the tracks. He caught himself and seemed very scared. He looked behind him, I’m assuming thinking someone tried to push him on the tracks. I say this due to the way he abruptly turned around and spotted George. He started running up to him, yelling words I’ve never heard before. He then started hitting George, who was just as confused as I was, since George was just peacefully watching him with me. George is a small man. He’s old and doesn’t have any friends but me. He didn’t put up too much of a fight. Looking back at it, he actually didn’t seem to fight back at all. I think this angered the high man, because the next thing that he did was pull out a pocket knife and started stabbing George. It was so sad to see. To have to bare witness to my friends life leave his body, and turn to stone. There were some days where I wish that me and George could trade places. So I then could walk and talk and interact with other humans, but on this day I took that wish back. I knew that the subway was a scary place at times. But to know what it like to be human and then be turned to stone without your consent… is absolutely terrifying. I don’t wish to be about of their society anymore. Today I lost faith and I lost a friend. The only person who spoke to me as if I was somebody. The guy ended up running away when he realized what he had done. When enough blood poured out of George, for someone to step in its puddle… that’s when he finally was found. Police arrived and then the ambulance. I over heard the coo talk about how there wasn’t much evidence to go off of. And how he was homless so there wasn’t much they could do. If only I could talk… there would be.
By BirdScripts3 years ago in Confessions
