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A Life Filled with Hope Chapter 1
The earliest time; she can remember during her childhood was playing in the yard with her brothers! Who was throwing a ball; around the yard, their dog lassie she was, playing in the yard as she chased the ball around? She did not want to go and get the ball for fear of lassie jumping on her, and that is what exactly happened. She remembers that the water was nothing but iron and rust it, as well, water, which made her sick to her stomach. She did not know that even if the water; was masked by Kool-Aid or tea. The house they lived in; was bought by her grandparents; and paid off by her parents eventually. By looking through the journal entries of years ago, she finds that her family struggled for many years. It never changed; somehow, when your parents raise you, you eventually become what your parents were unless you do something about it. She has; heard many stories about when she was; growing up; she was the second child that her mother had just a year after her brother. Her father told her that she spent more time with her aunt Kaye than; she did at home. Her father would say that he would come home and find his daughter not there. He would ask where she was, and he would go and get her, bring her back home with the family. Of course, she does not remember this, and those memories are long gone for the time being. She knows that her parents loved her. But the consequences of their actions over the years presented her with problems. She could not overcome on her own! She will never understand; the actions of her parents after the move from Newport, Tennessee, and what transpired during this time because it does not make sense to her! The only thing that she can remember about her childhood is the memories she finds notated in pictures of a past time.
By Tammy hopkinson4 years ago in Fiction
TOUCH | Part 2
Read PART 1 of this story here. ~ Sean stood his ground on the icy pavement as the two “officers” approached. The driver was a short, stocky man wearing a blue police cap over shaggy black hair. His uniform, if he wore one, was covered by a thick woolen jacket that extended down to his knees. His hand hovered casually beside his holster as he closed the car door and approached. His passenger was a woman taller even than Sean’s six-foot-one frame. She wore a blue uniform with no jacket, and short curls of blonde hair stuck out from beneath a knit cap.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
There are things that go bump in the night
The cool breeze whisked across her face from the window. She turned towards the camera that had been placed in the center of the room. A solitary desk and one chair were all that furnished the empty space. The white walls colored the room giving it the feeling of being locked in. The reality was, she was locked in. The door leading out of this room was locked from the outside and the bars on the open window were not wide enough for her to slip through. She ran her fingers through her tangled brown hair before wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
Who Is the Real Monster? Part 2
Xavier stared at his apartment door for what felt like hours, he was kissing the most beautiful woman he had ever met and he also planned to kill her. When he looked into those beautiful eyes of hers and saw how vulnerable she was, he couldn’t do it. The way she was willing to attend to his wounds without a second thought also influenced his decision. She was so soft in his hands, and when he kissed her, he was ready to let her in. He asked her to stay with him for the night and Cassie ran out of his apartment. Did he say this from a place of lust? Yes, and now he was choking on the foot that was in his mouth.
By Kelsey O'Malley4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Nigel closed the Bentley’s door. “Are you serious! We have our one suspect right in front of us—even if we don’t know what he’s guilty of, we know he’s guilty of something—not murder, but something—and we have to leave because he accuses you of smoking opium? Opium? The worst part is, he's right. You’ve been smoking it since I met you,” Sonia said, turning to face him. “And all you can say is that didn’t quite go the way you’d hoped it would? My one chance to make an impression on those smug bastards, and you—you do this?”
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Usual Games
Narissa held Eshi tightly to her chest, crammed in the small space between the single, shabby bed and the wall. The sounds of marching feet and numerous voices rang through the tight confines, making Narissa’s heart pound. She could barely breathe as she sat, hoping to Arkardia that the passing troops would be in too big of a hurry to check inside this small, abandoned looking shack.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Reggie sat on the train holding the violin case as though his very life depended on it; considering where he's bringing it, he thought, that could well be true. Dressed in the only suit he owned--threadbare and faded, the elbows shining faintly in the afternoon light--he hardly felt like the gentleman he hoped he looked like. Wearing a dark brown pinstripe--a colour Claire said did nothing for him--he pulled his tie loose and looked out of the window at the slowly disappearing countryside. The lush, green rolling hills of Devon had too quickly given way to the stark industrial reality of what would soon be London. And when did that happen, he wondered? One moment, he's sitting in his seat looking at the passing countryside, and the next moment, they're near a tenement row of houses, with swings and picnic tables in the yards.That was the moment he realized he hadn’t missed it. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his hip feeling sore because of all the time he’d spent sitting in the one position.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
