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He is more than my life ...!
Love is something that always makes you think. There will be no one who does not fall in love. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. One can find a love story in this area. I was in the twelfth grade then. My family is a very strict family. They would never let me out anywhere. It was a rare thing that left me in Duson. I will go to Duson in the evening. Then one day my favorite song rang from someone's phone. I love listening to that song. Then I don't know everything about downloading and listening to the song. I looked back when the song sounded like a ring tone on his phone ...! If someone sees us we will look at the opposite or not .. as well as he, why did she look at me like this. But I didn’t take it too seriously ... once again I saw him on the bus. Even then his cell phone rang the song on that quiet bus .. I saw him .. I looked back at him. He looked at me too. Alas ... I returned shyly. I saw a small smile on my face with one glance as if I was ashamed. When I went to Duson on a beautiful evening, he stood by the side of a tea shop and called me Hey baby ... they would call me baby at home ... I suddenly came back .. but he called ... it was a little baby .. .I ran away screaming that he had found my craziness too ... He was the first familiar person in my life so all night long his memories ... dreams .. chased me out of sleep ... If I look at everything on the bus from where he sits, I will stand like I know. I would look in the bus mirror and see his face .. It continued every day .. One day the perfect meeting on the bus .. The situation where he was standing nearby ... That was the day even on Valentine's Day .. He asked for my bag. I gave too. That night when I opened my bag there was a greeting card in it. It threw me off ... on the one hand it was happiness .. but I was afraid of what to do if someone saw me at home. Also, this experience is new ... The next day I took the card and gave it to him angrily .... He parted it and smiled away, I was happy .. Because, I wrote Me Too in it ... Our love continued ... He understood me so much .. To him He was afraid of theft and could only speak four words. Then he got a job abroad. He will come to a certain bus only on Friday ... I think it will be the time to talk to him ... because it is a very close time. I did not have a cell phone then .... I did not talk to him every day ... I only see him on Friday nights ... I will rush to catch that bus .. It is a pleasure for me .. Even if I do not see him for a week there will be great suffering. Knows his hometown .. Knows about family. But I did not see anything in person .. I did not seem to check whether what he said was true ... He would buy me a gift every week ... I would look at it and give it to him. I asked how everything is possible in marriage ... I said I see .. I did not speak again .. I told all my friends about this .. They said stupid love .. They said without talking ... How without looking .... But exactly eight When he married me a year later ... my friends' faces did not flinch ....!
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu5 years ago in Fiction
Smood Day
Five years ago Earth had this pandemic it caused havoc throughout the world enabling many to lose their jobs homes even access to public places grocery stores, libraries, train stations air ports were all empty and marked as contaminated. Due to the economic drop many people were forced out of their homes to live on the street with their bare menials to become a member of what is known as Tent City. The tent city is a place where the financially unfortunate locals of the community band together to support one another in the unprecedent time of disaster when extra care is needed.
By LaShonda Odom5 years ago in Fiction
The Blazes of Markoff
“UGH,” I grunt as my foot slipped on a displaced rock. Climbing this hill is all the exercise I’ll be doing for this year. I’m tired of running. My legs are burning, my feet ache, and now my ankle feels sprained. My curls stick to my face as I grab onto an inclined part of the hill to stable myself for the final steps. As I finally reach the top, I turn back to see the horror this man has created. When you look down on the country of Markoff, what once was a quiet yet suppressed society is now a chaotic inferno. You could feel the heat on your face as the town roars with fire.
By Mya A5 years ago in Fiction
A dead world
I woke up to ashes falling on me like snow. How long have I been laying here? The ringing in my ears made it difficult to remember why I was laying there, but not impossible. I remembered taking the cloth off of my face to take a drink from my canteen. I remembered thinking I was shot, and falling to the ground onto the glass from the shattered windows above me. They never really took aim. They just kind of... Shot. Which is pretty fucking stupid if you ask me, not like they're making any more bullets.
By Court White5 years ago in Fiction
Who was Uncle Ranny?
"We are who we are, and that's all we'll ever be." That's what Ronald Baker use to say. Back then, I didn't know much about him, except that we kids called him Uncle Ranny.
By Tahirah Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The Chop Shop Part 1
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. "Mr. Lewis, it is the first of the month. You can't dodge me forever." Bradley Lewis, 31, sits upright on the couch. He pushes his hair off his face. Bradley makes his way to the door as his young daughter makes her way out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes.
By Reel Vibes5 years ago in Fiction
Not on my new carpet...
Turning, I strode to the doors of the chapel and cast them open. It was close to noon, the street leading to my little church was empty. The main street some ways away was busy enough, for a Tuesday. It all seemed..... wrong. Boss fights were supposed to happen in the middle of the night shrouded in darkness that lent to the monsters' power with rain pelting the hero making things all the more difficult.
By I.T.O. Tails5 years ago in Fiction
Fetal Possession
“You’re pregnant!” For recently married couple Dina and Dean Rawlings, this was century-worth headlining news. It honestly came as more of a relief rather a shock or pleasant surprise, given how long they tried, and many minutes later, looking at trees and houses whip by from the passenger seat, Dina was ecstatic. She was overwhelmed with joy. After all the tests, after those almost idiotic “try-at-home” methods, they were finally starting a family.
By JacobForrester5 years ago in Fiction
Unrequited
There is nothing sadder than tricking yourself into believing something that isn't real and I did just that for the past three years. I let him fill my head with stories of his life that made me feel like I was the closest person he had.
By Lewinski Lopez5 years ago in Fiction
Alfred
On the morning that my adventure began, I found myself dozing on my bed. I had already dressed and drawn the curtains, allowing a golden blanket of sunlight to bathe me as I stirred. Summer sounds greeted my waking senses; rustling, flapping and chirruping floated in through the open window. The combined scent of flowers in bloom mingled with fresh grass cuttings and barbecue smoke; wafting in on each fresh current of air.
By Alicia Brunskill5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Man
Moment, to moment, to moment. I sip my Piña Colada on the beach, a faint breeze, and the even fainter sound of tropical music— muffled, not too quiet, not too loud, just enough to help a person not to think.
By Aaron Waters5 years ago in Fiction
Flicker
Chapter One – Flicker Annabelle chuckled at the anime playing on her iPhone. Normally very responsible about walking while watching, this time she was distracted by a bizarre flashing on her screen. She didn’t even notice the city bus that flattened her seconds later.
By Daniel Stine5 years ago in Fiction