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Stressed STEM student who likes to write
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nana's words
Stressed STEM student who likes to write
Stressed STEM student who likes to write
Stressed STEM student who likes to write
She perched on a timeworn, dusty couch, her gaze fixed upon the crackling fireplace. An empty expression masked her features as her mind raced, each thought tearing at her heart with a familiar and burdensome ache. Betrayal had once again cast its dark shadow upon her, prompting unsettling questions about her own worthiness. Was she the root of this recurring pain? Did some curse haunt her, render...
The charming prince had finally found his beautiful love. Lying asleep on the rock bed, pure and innocent as a dove. He bent down to press a kiss on her ruby lips. He felt his princess returning as she wrapped her arms around him. But once she let go he dropped on the floor. For the very kiss that brought her back to life, stripped him away from his own....
September 1st, 2017
Tomorrow we finally become closer. Exactly on our one year anniversary! I remember the first time I saw her. Sitting under a sycamore tree, sketching in her little book. Who would have thought it would turn out like this? All my efforts are paying off! My dear Anna, I can’t wait to be next to you for the rest of my life.
September 2nd, 2017
Today I finally moved in with her. ...
I have always been afraid of the water. Or should I say what lives in it? Coming from a bloodline of fishermen this is rather unfortunate. Maybe if my father had been angry at me for it, it would have been much easier. I could have resented him for it. But instead he just told me to stay home and help my mother out; and I, being the coward son that I am, did just that. I was never forced to go nea...
Ah, look at those little angels going around. Flipping their fluffy white wings as they go, smiling in a friendly matter, greeting each other. And ever so dutiful, doing the tasks assigned to them by The Creator. Everything is peaceful and harmonious. It’s rather sickening if you ask me. But today is actually not so bad. Today I finally carry out the plan to be free of the clutches of my tiring jo...
I saw it.
The future.
My brother thinks I’m crazy, my mom says it was just a silly dream because of a phobia. But I know what I saw, and like Uncle Ben told Peter “with great power comes great responsibility”. It is up to me to save the world. I have to be a hero. I take a deep breath as I keep digging with mom’s kitchen spoon in my backyard. Man, who would know that digging a hole is so hard? ...
Scared shitless, that’s what I was. The fact that I hadn’t fainted yet was a miracle for me. Only Kim could think that throwing herself from the cliff of a mountain is fun. Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy the walk surrounded by aromatic pine trees. But when she said that she had booked us a trip for our anniversary I thought it would be something more romantic than bungee jumping. Oh boy, had I be...
I can feel them watching my every move, and yet I’m not their prey. They listen to my every word, but won’t repeat what I say. They can read my thoughts at will. Even my feelings are out in the open for them to see. They have left no part of me unturned. Like an insect under a microscope, I have nowhere to run. They have seen my deepest sorrows, my darkest secrets, my sweetest memories… ha. What a...
I know where all the missing socks go. Or should I say that they are stolen rather than missing? Forgive this old man, for I know that my mind is already drifting little by little, so I may not make complete sense. But if you bear with me, I would like to tell you about them. The ones who steal our socks, hide our pencils in the middle of homework, or misplace our car keys when we’re late for work...
If someone had told Bethany eighteen years ago that she would wind up living in a low-life condo at the age of thirty-five, single and with no friends she would have laughed right in their face. But it was her reality, whether she could accept it or not, and her shitty job was the icing on the cake. Working in a hotline for cellphone plans was by no means exciting nor did it pay that well, but it ...