Yuki and Mimi - Short Story by FarhanAhmed1999, literature
Literature
Yuki and Mimi - Short Story
It was winter. December. He was holding her corpse with shivering hands. He couldn’t believe he was destined to spend barely two years with Mimi. As he lifted her lifeless body in his arms, it felt as hard as dried clay. No movement at all. The legs, the paws, the half-open eyes, the body posture, as though petrified in the same position as last night when she was sleeping in her basket. His body was trembling, but he didn’t cry yet. Trauma doesn’t burst you into tears all at once. It freezes you at first, sucking every emotion out of you. That was exactly what was happening with Yuki. “Dad is waiting outside, Yuki. You two must bury Mimi now.” Nagisa, his mom, coming from outside, softly said. “Please honey, you know you’re a strong boy”, she consoled, giving him a back pat. You can only do so much to comfort someone who’s traumatized. Mimi was to be buried in the garden, just the place she’d play and meow around all day – the perfect place to bury her. Daichi had
Becky Carter Diary- Entry No. 1 by ScottGrisham, literature
Literature
Becky Carter Diary- Entry No. 1
January 2
Dear Dad,
Do you remember when I was a little girl, oh about six or seven, and I would write you these little notes? They'd be a little poem I'd learned, or just an 'I love you daddy' or somewhere along those lines? I'd leave them on your desk, or sneak them in your car, for you to find. Then you, in your typical goofy Dad fashion would write back, usually you snuck it under my pillow or put it in my lunchbox before I went to school. It had all kinds of smiley, silly faces and you would always, always respond to my childish affections. Now that you're gone, I like to think you can still read this, somehow. It's comforti
Becky and Cass- A Trip Down Memory Lane by ScottGrisham, literature
Literature
Becky and Cass- A Trip Down Memory Lane
Becky Carter glanced up from the research she was doing on her laptop, an upcoming sports event of all things. When she wasn't accidentally on purpose running into criminals, she had to report on rather uninteresting subjects, like that freakin parade last week. She frowned, feeling restless about researching baseball. Becky sat at her desk, in a maroon tank top, dark skirt and tights, long blonde hair flowing behind her, typing away. It looked to be a slow week, for her anyway. Sure, sure, my editor, or boss in other words, is making me take this crummy assignment, because I'm the 'newest' journalist at MDT, gimme a break, Becky rolled her e
Spring was approaching in the Wakhan Corridor. It wouldn’t surpass thirty degrees Fahrenheit, and it would still snow. The people of the Corridor were getting ready to move their livestock higher up. It had been a bitter winter, but it was nothing they weren’t used to.
Behrukh headed outside her hut, carrying a basket full of crops. Although it was like any other normal day for the people of her village, Behrukh was aching with excitement. In just a few days, she would be leaving for the United States!
Behrukh tried her hardest to carry on with her work, but her mind kept wandering. What would the United States be like? What new t
Destinations: Part 2 by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
Destinations: Part 2
She's living in a one-bedroom apartment a few miles from campus. "You'll have to excuse the clutter," she says as she unlocks and opens the door. "Another thing I'm not used to is smaller living space."
"It's cool," I say casually.
The living room area is about half the size of Craig's and mine. There's a small couch, behind which is a stack of cardboard boxes. "Still unpacking," she admits somewhat sheepishly when she sees me eyeing them. "I was hoping to be completely moved in way before now but... college, you know? Gotta meet those deadlines."
"Oh yeah, for sure," I reply.
To the right is a kitchenette. There's no table, just a stove,
Destinations: Part 1 by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
Destinations: Part 1
“Think I’m gonna hit the sack,” I say through a yawn.
Craig cocks an eyebrow. “For real? It’s only like ten.”
I check my watch. “Actually it’s more like a quarter till eleven.”
“Eh, close enough. But really, why do you go to bed so early? Extra time to wank off?”
“Think I’m gonna turn in too,” Dani says. She’s sitting catty-corner on the end of the couch and stretches backward over the arm, the hem of her shirt rising to reveal her pierced belly button.
She’s Craig’s girlfriend. Her name’s Danielle but she goes by Dani. Has ever si
On the first day I know I saw him, I woke up early in the morning for work. I got out of my bed and folded the sheets at the edge. It is more important than most people realize to make your bed every day. Then, the first task of the day is done. The day is started with accomplishment from real work, even if it is only a small effort. It gives you the right mindset of organization and productivity.
Next, I showered. I used the best soaps and shampoo I can get. Personal presentation is always important. Even if it seems no one notices, your cleanliness will affect how people treat you, and can be the first obstacle to success.
I shaved with
- I couldn’t have expected otherwise! It’s always the same thing with you! I should have already known you’re just unable to meet your responsibilities – interjected Melissa.
- It’s not as you’re saying. – Nathan tried to defend himself.
- Isn’t it? I thought we were in this together, that I could count on you, rely on you. But everything you do is just evasion.
- I am so in it as you are; I don’t need to take this.
- Yes you do! Because we are together. It should be as important for you as it is for me. Do you know what is the main difference between us? I wouldn’t have done the sa
Tales of An Awkward Introvert #1 by Lucid-Demon, journal
Tales of An Awkward Introvert #1
So I'm going to start this new mini series about awkward/embarrassing stories from my life. This is mostly just so I can practice writing and such, but I hope you guys enjoy it!
TOAAI #1: That's what friends are for...?
This certain story happened awhile back when I used to live in Guam. (Don't ask why I was living there, it's a loooong story) My family and I were visiting a friends house. Including my family, there was 3 families there at the time. I don't who's idea it was, but someone said that the older kids should take a bike ride down to the BX. (the BX is basically like a small mall, it's a military thing) I don't know why w