Spreading his arms wide, Aaron inhaled a breath of sea air and smiled,
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.
“Can you believe it?” Taylor said, intertwining her fingers with Matthew’s. “So much is happening and here we are going on our first official date?”
Around the corner in the chapel, she could hear “Here Comes the Bride” playing via the acoustic organ.
Toby looked out the living-room window of the apartment, “Why are those men pulling down that tree?” He asked.
Anxiously turning the golden ring in my hand, I’m torn between ending my engagement and giving him a second chance.
“Are we there yet?” Sandy whined as she trudged along the rocky path.
“Tell you what, here are two stacks of macarons, if I pull that yellow one at the bottom without toppling any of the others over, you have to forgive everything I’ve ever done and kiss me on the lips.” He said.
“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.
He has been chasing her all over town, from door to door and window to window.
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.
The cherry tree has been in their backyard by the lake for as long as they could remember.
There she is, he thinks,
Standing by the window, she looked out at the setting sun.
He stared at the cupcakes, mouth watering and then at the people around the room, biting into the succulent little things.
“Do you believe in soul mates?” He gazes up at the night sky
“I’ll come for you, my love!”
Thirty minutes before her wedding, Dahlia found her ear pressed against the back-wall of the closet in her room as she intensely listened to the conversation between her future-husband, Scott, and maid-of-honor, Nikki, that was happening in the next door.
It was 1975. Thomas and I have been on the run for the last 20 years and at last, our enemies were destroyed, leaving us with all the freedom we craved.
“Isn’t this nice?” John said sipping his wine, “I can’t believe your sister managed to empty the entire restaurant for us. It must had cost her a lot of business.”
“What makes you a good potential tenant?” The apartment manager asked.