“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
Her nervousness fades and heartbeat slows as the small row boat travels downstream.
With six-pack of beer on his passenger seat, Eddy pulled over to the shoulder.
“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top.
Having been down on my luck lately, Becky recommended me to head to New Orleans to see her friend, a fortune-teller-slash-voodoo-priestess. I’ve never been a big believer of such things but Becky swore by the priestess’s miracles. So I decided to take a day-trip to the French Quarter.
“Emily?” I froze. How the hell did he manage to find me?
“What are you doing?!” Izzy shrieked when she saw her mother pull the pin used to secure the door to the cages.
“I hate you.” He muttered as he limped down the street.
Her words kept replaying over and over in his head, “I’m sorry but I can’t see you anymore.”
He waited for her by the docks, kept hoping she would show to at least say goodbye.
My strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness (it’s more anxiety than nervousness) was this morning. Seriously, I am having a bad and weird day. I was super exhausted last night and I’m not sure whether I didn’t set my alarm last night or my alarm didn’t go off this morning or what. When I open…
Today is Valentine’s Day and my cousin’s birthday, not the pain in the a– cousin. I probably should send him a birthday card, after all, it’s not everyday one gets to turn 19.
It feels so great to be back. I’ve missing from the world of blogging for the past couple of days because I was on a deadline but all this is passed. I’ve finished my homework and now just have study for an exam which is in two days. Anyway, yesterday early morning, after just barely…
See, I told you I’d post something else today.
I have a very awful headache right now. I think I need to lie down. Yeah yeah, I know what some of you’re going to say, I’m young and I shouldn’t get headaches. Well, I’m here to tell you the headache have something to do with my impending doom.
I wonder, for once, can I just have a nice, peaceful, enjoyable weekend? I mean, is it just thinking about it wrong? This past week This past weekend had just been awful and full of drama. First, my neighbor did a good thing for us and it backfired on me. Then the internet modem broke. What’s…
This was it! For the past week, just about every other night, my mom and I have fought and fought leading up to last night’s little rounds of slamming doors.
Tantrums. In my opinion, a risky thing to have especially around love ones.