There’s a lost dream somewhere – one where I had imagined myself as an adult, getting married, having children, living in one of those suburbs with identical houses – where did that dream go? Is it cheesy to think this dream would be my happily ever after?
I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
I am the epitome of true love. For almost 25 years, he had dominated my dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see him in my dreams. Whenever I looked up at the stars, his face would be the only one I saw.
She opened her eyes and sat up. Where am I? What is this place? She wondered as she looked out the window of the house. The house was surrounded by wheat fields.
I was at work when my secretary knocked and presented me with a white envelope. “A gentleman dropped this off for you.” I accepted the envelope as my secretary hastily retreated. I rolled my eyes. Why is everyone in this building afraid of me? Inside the envelope was an orange construction paper. The words,…
He led me through the woods blindfolded, wanted to show me his gift for our anniversary. I felt giddy, wondering what it could be. Heck, it can be anything. He’s an artist after all. “Are we there yet?” “Almost,” my sweet husband whispered in my ear, “Now, step to your right,” I obeyed as he…
Before he went into hiding, he promised that he would come back to find me when it was safe. “How will you find me?” I asked.
“I’m going to step out for a few minutes, babe. If you want something to eat, I’ve made you a sandwich.”
It happened almost instantaneously. She was sitting at the bar when he walked in.
Dear Diary, It’s another day at work.
This is a fiction/non-fiction take on the day I found out a boy has a crush on me. I think it’s a fun and humorous story to re-post. The story’s true but I just added some humor into the dialogues and it took weeks to happen, not in a day.
What’s going on in here? She wondered as she turned on the lights and blew out the candles.
Grandma opened her eyes for the last time that night, then she recalled,
Toby looked out the living-room window of the apartment, “Why are those men pulling down that tree?” He asked.
“Will Josh be okay, daddy?” Kylie asks, staring out the living room window.
“Come on, we’re going to be late.” David said, helping Laura into the car and running to the driver seat.
Standing still, his knuckles are white and pale as her giggle echoes through the labyrinth.
“What is this place?” She asked, swinging her legs over.
He has been chasing her all over town, from door to door and window to window.
He walks along the path next to the monastery.
Single-handed, Josh grabbed the lever and pulled up the garage door and immediately, thick clouds of dirt and dust attacked us.
Is this really happening? She wondered as she noticed him at the bottom of the staircase, in a sleek suit and a smile painted across his face.
Battered tattooed hands with an ingenuous attitude, He’s someone who can stand the pain And that’s exactly her type of man.