Goosebumps

11/03/16 I sit up in bed, I’m thinking of Joey once again, feeling sorry for myself that I can only think about him. I've blocked out every memory of brandon and how much I liked him. It's not the first time I've thought about him at night, thoughts run through my head erging me to text him. After a while I realise there is no point, but check my phone any to see how long i have until dawn, where I can then listen to music, comparing the lyrics to my relationship with Joey. Sometimes I want to…

A Great Father A big, plump man with his belly showing proudly under his green working suit, going along with a face of an experienced business man with wrinkles to prove his age. If you ever sit to talk with him, there’s not much you can do except listening to his endless babbling from something as simple as weather to completely self - centered opinions. That is the kind of father I have, still I loved him for that. I will always remember the faint scent of liquor after he came home from a…

True meaning of love It took thirty-eight weeks to accomplish the biggest, toughest, and most beautiful thing to ever experience in my life. I found out I was pregnant when I was twenty years old. It was a crazy experience through my whole pregnancy. I struggled in life growing up with drinking and I was in the process of getting sober when I found out I was pregnant. It was hard for me to make a decision on what I was going to do. I felt scared and did not know how I was going to take care of…

Sabo sighs as he opens the front door seeing the many piles of unopened moving boxes. he moved down the hall kicking off his boots, and unbuttoning his shirt along the way not wanting to stay in his work cloths longer then he had to his shirt was halfway unbuttoned when ace came barreling in. “Sabo!” before he could get a word in edgewise ace was on him arms wrapped around him hugging him close; his head barred in his neck nuzzling into it. Sabo flushed at the attention arms wrapping around…

Alessio’s POV I blinked in surprise at the sight before me “M-Mother?” I slurred, stumbling towards her with open arms. “You’re drunk,” She said nonchalantly and scrunched up her nose in disgust as I enveloped her into a tight embrace. Way to state the obvious. “You reek of alcohol! Let’s get you cleaned up, figlio.” “Us Italians have huuuuge feet.” I hiccupped, examining the ginormous red sock in my hand. “Those are where we put your presents, love.” She let out a chuckle, which floated in the…

Resentment My father is like a Monday morning - waking up after a long weekend and being forced to suffer through yet another never-ending week. No one likes Mondays, at least no one that I have ever met. They can be described as worthless and depressing – like the diseases that poison innocent human beings and slowly, but surely ruin their lives. Maybe he was unprepared to be a father; maybe he is bitter because he never had the son he had hoped for. Maybe his rough childhood had impacted him…

A week had passed since Trevor kidnapped me and I still hadn’t told anybody. Mark had been over, and I tried to pretend that everything was normal, but he sensed that something was bothering me. When we made love, I didn’t feel anything for him. I wasn’t sure if it was because of his thumb sized penis or if it was because I couldn’t get what happened between Trevor and me off of my mind. That fool set me up to have his way with me. I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get over this and I wanted…

My Survival Love My Survival Love Love and Loss Nyatombek Modi Copyright © 2015 by Nyatombek Modi. Created by Nyatombek Modi ISBN: Softcover 978-1-5035-0332-8 eBook 978-1-5035-0327-4 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the…

2. INTRODUCTION- LIFE AND WORKS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE Edgar Allan Poe represent the first great literary generation of United States of America, this was the Romantic period in American literature. The Romantic outlook in case of novels was expressed in the form of romance but romances were not love stories. The protagonists of the American romance were generally haunted, alienated individuals. The isolated and alienated characters in the tales written by Poe were unknown and mysterious…

Oracle considered sending out her power into the doctor, but the idea of seeing a blown out knee cap made Oracle’s stomach churn. “There, now give it five minutes to run its course, and you’ll be right as rain.” “Thank you,” Reyes gasped. “Are you hurt?” A gentle hand lifted Oracle’s elbow then released it. Fingers felt around her neck and scalp. Oracle got an image flash of reddish-brown marks forming on her chin and right cheek. Above these bruises appeared a few scrapes, scabbing over. “I…