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January 26, 2016
Rebirth
“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
Mahatma Gandhi
Short Reads
“As long as we are strong, everything will get better. I am sure things will change. Have faith my love, try not to give up,” I could still remember her words and, for a moment, I felt my heart bleeding.
***
I walked down the street while I kept thinking of our future. As much as we had tried, we could do nothing to change things and retain our hopes. In a few months, we had managed to lose everything we had struggled to achieve.
I never liked being a loser but I also knew the sooner I would accept the freaking situation, the faster I would get out of this chaotic position.
I needed to get past the nasty facts and get everything out of my mind immediately, so I stopped near the huge rocks on the edge of the hill to catch my breath because I felt like drowning in the ocean of depression.
I stared toward the countless, beautiful lights as the puny air, along with the heat, made my spirit eager to fly above the city of angels, pushing me to dare making a new beginning. Although the dark had wrapped up my whole world, the shining stars looked incredible, spreading their glow to despaired souls like mine.
“I love this place,” I murmured. The view was really amazing.
I looked behind me and the presence of the large, coconut trees across my sight stole my attention and made me think of the past. I could still remember the first days at Green Hill in California.
I had recovered from the heart attack and I was told by everyone to be careful. My beautiful wife had decided to abandon her dreams to take care of me and see me healthy and strong as usual.
My partner always dreamed of being a successful actress and I was sure she would achieve her goal, but she could never betray her heart since she loved me and, with no doubt, I was definitely the luckiest man on earth. I would never forget her sacrifices, her loyalty to me and her limitless love.
Samantha was talented and I knew that success, independency, and a great career meant everything to her, until the moment we met in New York.
People usually call it love at first sight; I would call it earthquake at first sight since her gaze had managed to shatter my world, my mind, and my soul as I was seeking, almost begging for her attention.
Before our first meeting, I thought I would never get married since I liked being single and having fun all the time, but she was special and I didn’t want to lose her. Samantha was exceptional, she was a real lady and I would do anything to see her happy. And I did it. I risked my career and we both lost our futures.
Mahatma Gandhi
Short Reads
“As long as we are strong, everything will get better. I am sure things will change. Have faith my love, try not to give up,” I could still remember her words and, for a moment, I felt my heart bleeding.
***
I walked down the street while I kept thinking of our future. As much as we had tried, we could do nothing to change things and retain our hopes. In a few months, we had managed to lose everything we had struggled to achieve.
I never liked being a loser but I also knew the sooner I would accept the freaking situation, the faster I would get out of this chaotic position.
I needed to get past the nasty facts and get everything out of my mind immediately, so I stopped near the huge rocks on the edge of the hill to catch my breath because I felt like drowning in the ocean of depression.
I stared toward the countless, beautiful lights as the puny air, along with the heat, made my spirit eager to fly above the city of angels, pushing me to dare making a new beginning. Although the dark had wrapped up my whole world, the shining stars looked incredible, spreading their glow to despaired souls like mine.
“I love this place,” I murmured. The view was really amazing.
I looked behind me and the presence of the large, coconut trees across my sight stole my attention and made me think of the past. I could still remember the first days at Green Hill in California.
I had recovered from the heart attack and I was told by everyone to be careful. My beautiful wife had decided to abandon her dreams to take care of me and see me healthy and strong as usual.
My partner always dreamed of being a successful actress and I was sure she would achieve her goal, but she could never betray her heart since she loved me and, with no doubt, I was definitely the luckiest man on earth. I would never forget her sacrifices, her loyalty to me and her limitless love.
Samantha was talented and I knew that success, independency, and a great career meant everything to her, until the moment we met in New York.
People usually call it love at first sight; I would call it earthquake at first sight since her gaze had managed to shatter my world, my mind, and my soul as I was seeking, almost begging for her attention.
Before our first meeting, I thought I would never get married since I liked being single and having fun all the time, but she was special and I didn’t want to lose her. Samantha was exceptional, she was a real lady and I would do anything to see her happy. And I did it. I risked my career and we both lost our futures.
January 19, 2016
Live Your Life To The Fullest
Live life to the fullest, for the future is scarce.
Nick Carter
Short Reads (The Alphas)
Her beautiful, long fingers slept on the yellow curtains as her blue eyes kept searching for the prince she was waiting for. Her mind continued making plans for the future whereas the sun’s rays ran into her pale face, enlightening her complexion and changing her mood.
The girl loved looking outside; she liked watching the beautiful valley across their lovely farm. She felt like being a part of a wonderful picture where the green color along with the rest of the colors of the spring had started dominating in the whole area. She pulled her blonde hair back while her long, yellow dress made her look like Dimitra, the ancient Greek goddess of agriculture and fertility.
The young girl turned back and smiled at her mother who liked staring at her daughter in silence, trying to guess her thoughts. Although her daughter had never revealed her inner feelings, she could understand and explain the signs of love.
“It’s nice being in love, but we have many things to do,” the mother said vaguely.
The middle-aged woman took off her white coat and left it on the chair while she came closer to her daughter and caressed her sweet face.
“There is not only Patrick in your life, Abby,” she said.
“I know that, Mother,” Abby answered angrily.
“Since dinner is ready, I want you to call your father.” The woman abstained from saying anything else because she hated seeing her daughter defensive, being unwilling to talk about her relationship.
“Yes, Mother,” Abby whispered.
“That’s great, thank you, baby.” The woman knew that she had to wait for her daughter’s acceptance.
“I’m going right now.”
Her mother gave her daughter her coat and held her right hand, looking into her eyes, trying to make the introduction for those she was planning to say, but found very difficult to mention since the girl always avoided discussing with her mother about boys.
“Abby, you are only sixteen. I know that you like Patrick and I think he is a good kid, but I don’t want you to rush doing something that you might regret or don’t want,” she said seriously.
“Mom, take it easy, I’m still a virgin.” Abby sounded nervous.
“I just want to tell you that it’s your decision. Don’t let anyone decide for you.” Her mother smiled and hugged her daughter, feeling relieved.
“I know what I’m doing, Mom. You will have to trust me.” Abby said.
“I trust you, baby.” She caressed her hair and laughed. She hesitated to ask directly her daughter about her relationship with the teenage boy, but she couldn’t postpone their conversation either.
“I’m going to call Dad,” Abby said.
“That would be great, honey.”
The young girl put on the white coat and closed the white door behind her, walking slowly toward the stairs of the spacious yard. The sun hid behind the white clouds and the cool air reminded Abby of the cold days of the winter. But the beautiful valley had already put on the dress with the intense colors of light, joy and optimism. One sight upon the large trees was enough to come across euphoria. Her blue eyes had turned into a round mirror, reflecting the magic power of the nature.
Nick Carter
Short Reads (The Alphas)
Her beautiful, long fingers slept on the yellow curtains as her blue eyes kept searching for the prince she was waiting for. Her mind continued making plans for the future whereas the sun’s rays ran into her pale face, enlightening her complexion and changing her mood.
The girl loved looking outside; she liked watching the beautiful valley across their lovely farm. She felt like being a part of a wonderful picture where the green color along with the rest of the colors of the spring had started dominating in the whole area. She pulled her blonde hair back while her long, yellow dress made her look like Dimitra, the ancient Greek goddess of agriculture and fertility.
The young girl turned back and smiled at her mother who liked staring at her daughter in silence, trying to guess her thoughts. Although her daughter had never revealed her inner feelings, she could understand and explain the signs of love.
“It’s nice being in love, but we have many things to do,” the mother said vaguely.
The middle-aged woman took off her white coat and left it on the chair while she came closer to her daughter and caressed her sweet face.
“There is not only Patrick in your life, Abby,” she said.
“I know that, Mother,” Abby answered angrily.
“Since dinner is ready, I want you to call your father.” The woman abstained from saying anything else because she hated seeing her daughter defensive, being unwilling to talk about her relationship.
“Yes, Mother,” Abby whispered.
“That’s great, thank you, baby.” The woman knew that she had to wait for her daughter’s acceptance.
“I’m going right now.”
Her mother gave her daughter her coat and held her right hand, looking into her eyes, trying to make the introduction for those she was planning to say, but found very difficult to mention since the girl always avoided discussing with her mother about boys.
“Abby, you are only sixteen. I know that you like Patrick and I think he is a good kid, but I don’t want you to rush doing something that you might regret or don’t want,” she said seriously.
“Mom, take it easy, I’m still a virgin.” Abby sounded nervous.
“I just want to tell you that it’s your decision. Don’t let anyone decide for you.” Her mother smiled and hugged her daughter, feeling relieved.
“I know what I’m doing, Mom. You will have to trust me.” Abby said.
“I trust you, baby.” She caressed her hair and laughed. She hesitated to ask directly her daughter about her relationship with the teenage boy, but she couldn’t postpone their conversation either.
“I’m going to call Dad,” Abby said.
“That would be great, honey.”
The young girl put on the white coat and closed the white door behind her, walking slowly toward the stairs of the spacious yard. The sun hid behind the white clouds and the cool air reminded Abby of the cold days of the winter. But the beautiful valley had already put on the dress with the intense colors of light, joy and optimism. One sight upon the large trees was enough to come across euphoria. Her blue eyes had turned into a round mirror, reflecting the magic power of the nature.
January 12, 2016
Silent Love…
Silence is a true friend who never betrays.
Confucius
Short Reads…
The moment I saw her dark eyes, I recalled the time we were strolling at the beach, hand in hand, fully in love. I could still remember her expression when I had told her that one day we would get married and have many children. She had locked her eyes on me and she had shaken her head yes, while I was determined to make that happen.
Celina couldn’t stop kissing me and holding me tight whereas she kept telling me that she would do anything for me. Unfortunately, a week later, she proved the meaning of her words.
I came back to reality and watched Celina talking with the girls. The way she had looked at me a couple of minutes earlier had triggered my will, as the secret desires, the limitless passion and my love for Celina had already enveloped my thoughts.
That night everything was so beautiful and all I really missed was having my princess in my arms, staring at her sweet face and stealing her kisses again.
“Are you okay?” John asked.
I nodded at him, but I was lying and he was able to realize my terrible reaction. To be honest, I felt horrible because John was one of my best friends, but I also knew that I had to do something to reassure my girl that I would always stand by her side. I would risk losing my best friend to get her back.
Now, either I would confess my feelings in front of everyone and accept her final rejection, or I would try to forget her forever.
“I’m fine, John,” I whispered.
I walked toward the mini bar and I realized that my presence didn’t drop her sight. My princess followed me back and, after a while, she came to my side.
In a flash, I remembered the time I had a party at my house and she kept her eye on me because she believed I was drinking beers when I shouldn’t. That, and because she believed alcohol would kill me. She always wanted to protect me, as the only thing I was impatient to do was having her in my hug and telling her how much I loved her.
But, what am I saying…? It was not just love, Celina was my obsession, the most wonderful addiction in my microcosm, and she had remained the most significant part of my life’s dream.
The moment Celina stood in front of me I could hardly breathe and move. My eyes locked on hers as I waited to hear her sweet voice.
Confucius
Short Reads…
The moment I saw her dark eyes, I recalled the time we were strolling at the beach, hand in hand, fully in love. I could still remember her expression when I had told her that one day we would get married and have many children. She had locked her eyes on me and she had shaken her head yes, while I was determined to make that happen.
Celina couldn’t stop kissing me and holding me tight whereas she kept telling me that she would do anything for me. Unfortunately, a week later, she proved the meaning of her words.
I came back to reality and watched Celina talking with the girls. The way she had looked at me a couple of minutes earlier had triggered my will, as the secret desires, the limitless passion and my love for Celina had already enveloped my thoughts.
That night everything was so beautiful and all I really missed was having my princess in my arms, staring at her sweet face and stealing her kisses again.
“Are you okay?” John asked.
I nodded at him, but I was lying and he was able to realize my terrible reaction. To be honest, I felt horrible because John was one of my best friends, but I also knew that I had to do something to reassure my girl that I would always stand by her side. I would risk losing my best friend to get her back.
Now, either I would confess my feelings in front of everyone and accept her final rejection, or I would try to forget her forever.
“I’m fine, John,” I whispered.
I walked toward the mini bar and I realized that my presence didn’t drop her sight. My princess followed me back and, after a while, she came to my side.
In a flash, I remembered the time I had a party at my house and she kept her eye on me because she believed I was drinking beers when I shouldn’t. That, and because she believed alcohol would kill me. She always wanted to protect me, as the only thing I was impatient to do was having her in my hug and telling her how much I loved her.
But, what am I saying…? It was not just love, Celina was my obsession, the most wonderful addiction in my microcosm, and she had remained the most significant part of my life’s dream.
The moment Celina stood in front of me I could hardly breathe and move. My eyes locked on hers as I waited to hear her sweet voice.
January 5, 2016
New year, New Goals
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.
Edith Lovejoy Pierce
A new year has come. It is time to leave everything behind. Focus on yourself. It’s time to start the process of setting your goals.
Always remember,
1. Be Honest with Yourself.
2. Don’t be too strict with yourself.
3. Try to overcome negative thoughts.
4. Don’t rush through life.
5. Be patient.
Wishing you all the very best for 2016
Edith Lovejoy Pierce
A new year has come. It is time to leave everything behind. Focus on yourself. It’s time to start the process of setting your goals.
Always remember,
1. Be Honest with Yourself.
2. Don’t be too strict with yourself.
3. Try to overcome negative thoughts.
4. Don’t rush through life.
5. Be patient.
Wishing you all the very best for 2016
December 29, 2015
The Key
Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.
Billy Graham
Short Reads…The Key (Limitless Love Collection)
“You hold the key.”
I had no words to describe the way I felt. The moment my feet sensed the cold water of the ocean, I was sure my heart left my body and flew above the white clouds of euphoria. Then, I looked behind me and they were all sitting on the sand, staring at me.
I could see the beautiful, large eucalyptus while, at the same time, the hot wind didn’t stop stealing its wonderful smell and spreading it all over the place.
My wife along with our two little boys looked forward to seeing me joining their company, while John and Leonard were hooked on Amanda’s legs making her life difficult. As she was trying to put their funny, blue hats on their heads, I kept smiling while asking myself the reason I had betrayed her trust.
I had met Amanda at the airport in Los Angeles and we both headed to New York. During the flight, I discovered that she was the most interesting woman I had ever talked to and I was impatient to know everything about her.
Amanda was a successful publisher; she loved books and everything concerning the publishing industry. She was thirty-five years old, at that time, and she had never thought the idea of getting married and having children. When we came closer and discovered that we loved the same things, without any further delay, we rushed to get married and have a baby.
Before long, Amanda decided to leave her job, while I was happy that she wanted to focus her attention on the needs of our family, ignoring her satisfaction and desire. The love for the books and the industry had been replaced by the presence of me and our two boys.
Everything seemed perfect and I assumed we had all that we needed until I made the biggest mistake of my entire life and I destroyed our family. I had betrayed everything she had made me promise and she had seen the betrayal in my eyes. I had cheated on her and, the moment I realized what I had done, I was sure I would never overcome my most stupid action ever.
I hated being single and I didn’t like one night stands, but no one will ever be perfect.
Now, my beautiful partner waved at me and sent me the love of her heart through a flying kiss.
The entire situation remained weird since the last time I saw my wife she was crying but, this time, Amanda looked happy with no teardrops, no screams and no disappointment. I couldn’t explain what was happening.
I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes and laughed because I believed everything was the same as usual. We all liked having fun.
When I sensed Amanda’s fingers on my wet skin, the cold water had already covered my body. I continued searching for her eyes, but I couldn’t find her.
“You hold the key,” Amanda intoned, while I thought it was a kind of game.
I was still able to hear her voice, but I couldn’t see her and I didn’t stop wondering about that. It was weird while, out of the blue, I recalled the moment she took the babies and left our house. I had confessed to my sin and she was angry at me. I would never forget her facial expression the moment she told me that she wanted divorce.
I was still confused since I could hear her voice, but my mind was locked on the time where I had shattered her heart. “How could this be possible?” I kept asking myself.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and felt I was lost as I was stranded in a beautiful place where I had never been before.
Billy Graham
Short Reads…The Key (Limitless Love Collection)
“You hold the key.”
I had no words to describe the way I felt. The moment my feet sensed the cold water of the ocean, I was sure my heart left my body and flew above the white clouds of euphoria. Then, I looked behind me and they were all sitting on the sand, staring at me.
I could see the beautiful, large eucalyptus while, at the same time, the hot wind didn’t stop stealing its wonderful smell and spreading it all over the place.
My wife along with our two little boys looked forward to seeing me joining their company, while John and Leonard were hooked on Amanda’s legs making her life difficult. As she was trying to put their funny, blue hats on their heads, I kept smiling while asking myself the reason I had betrayed her trust.
I had met Amanda at the airport in Los Angeles and we both headed to New York. During the flight, I discovered that she was the most interesting woman I had ever talked to and I was impatient to know everything about her.
Amanda was a successful publisher; she loved books and everything concerning the publishing industry. She was thirty-five years old, at that time, and she had never thought the idea of getting married and having children. When we came closer and discovered that we loved the same things, without any further delay, we rushed to get married and have a baby.
Before long, Amanda decided to leave her job, while I was happy that she wanted to focus her attention on the needs of our family, ignoring her satisfaction and desire. The love for the books and the industry had been replaced by the presence of me and our two boys.
Everything seemed perfect and I assumed we had all that we needed until I made the biggest mistake of my entire life and I destroyed our family. I had betrayed everything she had made me promise and she had seen the betrayal in my eyes. I had cheated on her and, the moment I realized what I had done, I was sure I would never overcome my most stupid action ever.
I hated being single and I didn’t like one night stands, but no one will ever be perfect.
Now, my beautiful partner waved at me and sent me the love of her heart through a flying kiss.
The entire situation remained weird since the last time I saw my wife she was crying but, this time, Amanda looked happy with no teardrops, no screams and no disappointment. I couldn’t explain what was happening.
I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes and laughed because I believed everything was the same as usual. We all liked having fun.
When I sensed Amanda’s fingers on my wet skin, the cold water had already covered my body. I continued searching for her eyes, but I couldn’t find her.
“You hold the key,” Amanda intoned, while I thought it was a kind of game.
I was still able to hear her voice, but I couldn’t see her and I didn’t stop wondering about that. It was weird while, out of the blue, I recalled the moment she took the babies and left our house. I had confessed to my sin and she was angry at me. I would never forget her facial expression the moment she told me that she wanted divorce.
I was still confused since I could hear her voice, but my mind was locked on the time where I had shattered her heart. “How could this be possible?” I kept asking myself.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes and felt I was lost as I was stranded in a beautiful place where I had never been before.
December 22, 2015
Talented Liars
It’s never too late –in fiction or in life- to revise.
Nancy Thayer
7 subtle characteristics of a talented liar.
Fiction is lies, writers are talented liars, and all stories are fabulous.
A talented liar will,
Steal your attention.
Make you smile.
Ask you. “Think you know Sympathy?”
Keep testing your patience.
Make you a better person.
Give you the power to change your life.
Surprise you.
Nancy Thayer
7 subtle characteristics of a talented liar.
Fiction is lies, writers are talented liars, and all stories are fabulous.
A talented liar will,
Steal your attention.
Make you smile.
Ask you. “Think you know Sympathy?”
Keep testing your patience.
Make you a better person.
Give you the power to change your life.
Surprise you.
December 15, 2015
At First Sight
I believe in love at first sight, and I feel sometimes you have to just be open to whatever love is and let yourself fall.
Luke Kirby
Short Reads…
‘Do not lean against the door, it opens automatically.’
After reading the sign, Sandra loosened her shoulders and then took a deep breath. She scratched her nose, trying to get used to the strange smell which was spreading in the railway carriage. A disturbing noise reached her ears and then she gazed at an old woman eating chips in her seat further back in the railway carriage. She smiled at the woman and looked away.
Looking at her reflection in the glass of the busy door, she pushed her red hair from her flawless face—she wore no make-up to hide her beauty. A couple of seconds later, she noticed a handsome man with beautiful blue eyes who fixed them on her. Sandra, led by her curiosity, turned to look at the unknown man who, after that, started coming closer towards her. She tried to stay cool as the unknown, tall man with the well-shaped body and the nice haircut moved to the seat next to her. Without losing any time, she opened her bag and put on her sunglasses as her right hand was laid on her chest and her fingers started playing with the white buttons of her tiny, yellow shirt. She had no time to stay cool, she panicked.
Sandra seemed annoyed but, on the other hand, she felt something burning in her body. He might be the pleasant surprise she was waiting for since her breakdown after her divorce from a man clueless of emotions, especially love and passion. Ten months had already passed since the tragic event and she sent those memories away from her mind. Miranda, her therapist, once told her, “Focus on you, satisfy your needs and leave all the nasty thoughts out of your life”.
In the meantime, Sandra was able to see another woman staring at the handsome man and she felt a bit weird. Emotions she had forgotten started rising again. “She is around twenty while I am forty. She has nice, blonde hair, nice lips while I have nothing. What am I thinking? I have no chance!” she thought and stopped wishing.
A middle-aged mother with her two kids stood up from their seats and moved towards the door. The children were holding tight onto their mother and she seemed so proud of them. Every time she smiled, they seemed so happy. Sandra tried to release some space for the kids and their mother but after a bad trip she was found leaning towards the mysterious man. “I am so sorry!”
Luke Kirby
Short Reads…
‘Do not lean against the door, it opens automatically.’
After reading the sign, Sandra loosened her shoulders and then took a deep breath. She scratched her nose, trying to get used to the strange smell which was spreading in the railway carriage. A disturbing noise reached her ears and then she gazed at an old woman eating chips in her seat further back in the railway carriage. She smiled at the woman and looked away.
Looking at her reflection in the glass of the busy door, she pushed her red hair from her flawless face—she wore no make-up to hide her beauty. A couple of seconds later, she noticed a handsome man with beautiful blue eyes who fixed them on her. Sandra, led by her curiosity, turned to look at the unknown man who, after that, started coming closer towards her. She tried to stay cool as the unknown, tall man with the well-shaped body and the nice haircut moved to the seat next to her. Without losing any time, she opened her bag and put on her sunglasses as her right hand was laid on her chest and her fingers started playing with the white buttons of her tiny, yellow shirt. She had no time to stay cool, she panicked.
Sandra seemed annoyed but, on the other hand, she felt something burning in her body. He might be the pleasant surprise she was waiting for since her breakdown after her divorce from a man clueless of emotions, especially love and passion. Ten months had already passed since the tragic event and she sent those memories away from her mind. Miranda, her therapist, once told her, “Focus on you, satisfy your needs and leave all the nasty thoughts out of your life”.
In the meantime, Sandra was able to see another woman staring at the handsome man and she felt a bit weird. Emotions she had forgotten started rising again. “She is around twenty while I am forty. She has nice, blonde hair, nice lips while I have nothing. What am I thinking? I have no chance!” she thought and stopped wishing.
A middle-aged mother with her two kids stood up from their seats and moved towards the door. The children were holding tight onto their mother and she seemed so proud of them. Every time she smiled, they seemed so happy. Sandra tried to release some space for the kids and their mother but after a bad trip she was found leaning towards the mysterious man. “I am so sorry!”
December 8, 2015
Christmas and romantic mood…
Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.
Loretta Young
On the Sixth Floor...
Jenna was independent, in her mid-thirties, who loved going out with friends and liked sharing her thoughts with interesting people. Even though she was not a super model, men had a hard time ignoring her presence. She was tall, had a fabulous body and a face that men usually misunderstood. Sometimes, men regarded her pained smile as a promising sign for something wild.
Jenna wondered about the future, the possibility of getting married for a second time and having children with a special man. If only she could make the time go by slowly.
When Jenna reached her apartment and closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath and sank in her white, velvet sofa. Then, she rolled her eyes and laughed. She always loved the feeling of being lost in her house, thinking of the strangest facts of the day that had taken place in her life. Her meeting with John and their date was the best gift life had given her so far. He was so kind and he seemed to enjoy their conversation.
During the past they had both experienced betrayals and difficult situations, but now, they realized they were strong. They had overcome all the obstacles to reach the final destination (happiness), and both came out winners.
They had found the road to love.
Loretta Young
On the Sixth Floor...
Jenna was independent, in her mid-thirties, who loved going out with friends and liked sharing her thoughts with interesting people. Even though she was not a super model, men had a hard time ignoring her presence. She was tall, had a fabulous body and a face that men usually misunderstood. Sometimes, men regarded her pained smile as a promising sign for something wild.
Jenna wondered about the future, the possibility of getting married for a second time and having children with a special man. If only she could make the time go by slowly.
When Jenna reached her apartment and closed the door behind her, she took a deep breath and sank in her white, velvet sofa. Then, she rolled her eyes and laughed. She always loved the feeling of being lost in her house, thinking of the strangest facts of the day that had taken place in her life. Her meeting with John and their date was the best gift life had given her so far. He was so kind and he seemed to enjoy their conversation.
During the past they had both experienced betrayals and difficult situations, but now, they realized they were strong. They had overcome all the obstacles to reach the final destination (happiness), and both came out winners.
They had found the road to love.
December 1, 2015
A Woman’s Heart…
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Vincent Van Gogh
A beautiful reading to celebrate the release of “A Winter Holiday Anthology”.
A Woman’s Heart…
I leaned against the white wall and half-closed my eyes while struggling to stay calm and hoping she would make the right decision. I took a deep breath and looked up at the white ceiling as my hands kept shaking. I couldn’t stop thinking of the loss, nor could I make up my mind immediately, acting like a real man, without fighting back tears.
The moment I heard the footsteps of the aged woman behind me, I froze in fear and couldn’t think clearly. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to hear, I didn’t know what to expect since I was certain she would have to tell me the news which would define the rest of my life, and I would remain responsible for my careless action forever. The smell of the hospital and the big hall would haunt my memory for the next many weeks, months and years.
I always trusted my instincts and already knew I had made the worst mistake of my life. I would regret my hestiation; I should have done something to prevent this from happening. I should dare to fight against my vanity and selfishness because I truly loved her. If only I had acted drastically earlier.
“Mr. Pears,” the nurse whispered and looked into my eyes while she shook her head. In no time I felt embarrassed, I knew I was a coward who had decided to run away from the problem I had caused and didn’t have the intention to deal with it.
“Yes,” I murmured. I felt like a criminal; I felt like being the most disgusting person on earth. Moreover, I sensed her words and her thoughts while I also felt that I had to apologize for not being mature. I had turned red, and soon, I started avoiding the nurse’s sight. Yes, I was a coward and the worst person because I was still looking forward to running into relief.
The aged woman pulled her long, black hair away from her pale face and smiled at me, giving me the courage to let my speech free, making me feel relaxed and ready to accept reality. I guessed she realized that I needed support, and moreover, I had the desperate need to hear from someone that everything would get better and things would change. I bit my lips and did my best to hold my tears since I was ready to cry like a little boy who had screwed up everything just because there were rules I hadn’t followed.
“You look like my son; he is just like you. Leo is in his early twenties and he thinks he knows everything. He is tall, muscular with big blue eyes like yours, but he is not ready to meet the challenges of life yet,” she said with a little laugh as I was sure I would never forget her words. I averted my eyes and tried to find the strength to ask a question about my partner since my girl was going through hell, and even now, I hoped I would wake up and things would be the same as usual. I still wanted to find the secret path to heaven and limitless love again, and although I was face to face with the biggest challenge of my life, I dreamed of being somewhere else. I wished I was a bird, a free bird. If only I could fly high and get away from everything as soon as I could.
Vincent Van Gogh
A beautiful reading to celebrate the release of “A Winter Holiday Anthology”.
A Woman’s Heart…
I leaned against the white wall and half-closed my eyes while struggling to stay calm and hoping she would make the right decision. I took a deep breath and looked up at the white ceiling as my hands kept shaking. I couldn’t stop thinking of the loss, nor could I make up my mind immediately, acting like a real man, without fighting back tears.
The moment I heard the footsteps of the aged woman behind me, I froze in fear and couldn’t think clearly. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to hear, I didn’t know what to expect since I was certain she would have to tell me the news which would define the rest of my life, and I would remain responsible for my careless action forever. The smell of the hospital and the big hall would haunt my memory for the next many weeks, months and years.
I always trusted my instincts and already knew I had made the worst mistake of my life. I would regret my hestiation; I should have done something to prevent this from happening. I should dare to fight against my vanity and selfishness because I truly loved her. If only I had acted drastically earlier.
“Mr. Pears,” the nurse whispered and looked into my eyes while she shook her head. In no time I felt embarrassed, I knew I was a coward who had decided to run away from the problem I had caused and didn’t have the intention to deal with it.
“Yes,” I murmured. I felt like a criminal; I felt like being the most disgusting person on earth. Moreover, I sensed her words and her thoughts while I also felt that I had to apologize for not being mature. I had turned red, and soon, I started avoiding the nurse’s sight. Yes, I was a coward and the worst person because I was still looking forward to running into relief.
The aged woman pulled her long, black hair away from her pale face and smiled at me, giving me the courage to let my speech free, making me feel relaxed and ready to accept reality. I guessed she realized that I needed support, and moreover, I had the desperate need to hear from someone that everything would get better and things would change. I bit my lips and did my best to hold my tears since I was ready to cry like a little boy who had screwed up everything just because there were rules I hadn’t followed.
“You look like my son; he is just like you. Leo is in his early twenties and he thinks he knows everything. He is tall, muscular with big blue eyes like yours, but he is not ready to meet the challenges of life yet,” she said with a little laugh as I was sure I would never forget her words. I averted my eyes and tried to find the strength to ask a question about my partner since my girl was going through hell, and even now, I hoped I would wake up and things would be the same as usual. I still wanted to find the secret path to heaven and limitless love again, and although I was face to face with the biggest challenge of my life, I dreamed of being somewhere else. I wished I was a bird, a free bird. If only I could fly high and get away from everything as soon as I could.
November 24, 2015
Books and Life
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.
Joseph Addison
Sometimes life does not treat us well and I bet we are all good people going through hard times. Unfortunately, we cannot change the clock and go back to a better time. We have to be strong and fight.
When we feel weird and the need of getting far away keeps flirting with our minds, we should never forget that we are not alone. We have books and reading can help us come closer to the truth we are looking for.
All the stories we read are precious and I believe things will get better day by day if you can grab a great book and get out of the house. Make yourself do it!
And never forget that reading can help you,
1) Get past your worries.
2) Discover who you really are.
3) Make the right decisions.
4) Deal with your problems.
5) Shape your future projects.
6) Set and achieve your goals.
7) Find and meet interesting people.
Joseph Addison
Sometimes life does not treat us well and I bet we are all good people going through hard times. Unfortunately, we cannot change the clock and go back to a better time. We have to be strong and fight.
When we feel weird and the need of getting far away keeps flirting with our minds, we should never forget that we are not alone. We have books and reading can help us come closer to the truth we are looking for.
All the stories we read are precious and I believe things will get better day by day if you can grab a great book and get out of the house. Make yourself do it!
And never forget that reading can help you,
1) Get past your worries.
2) Discover who you really are.
3) Make the right decisions.
4) Deal with your problems.
5) Shape your future projects.
6) Set and achieve your goals.
7) Find and meet interesting people.
