The Chocolate Pimp_How did my long-distance relationship work?_Mask it (The Story of How Masks Were
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The Chocolate Pimp
“Lucie, Lucie, wake up!”Rita gently prodded her best friend, watching carefully for any small movement that would indicate Lucie was still alive.Rita’s heart began to beat a little faster.Was it possible her friend had died? Should she call someone? The scariest part was that Rita couldn’t remember the number to call.Her fear subsided just enough to allow her to poke Lucie a little harder.She took a huge leap of faith, loudly pleading, “Lucie, please wake up, I need, I need... chocolate!” In the moment it was the best excuse she could come up with to justify waking her friend.Lucie, deep into ...
How did my long-distance relationship work?
How did my long-distance relationship work?You know, I really loved him back then. I don't really remember how my feelings matured and became love, but I remember the moment when he and I first kissed, we confided in our love and agreed to be together. It was no surprise to those around us because we are always together, in high school and at home. We study together, we listen to music together, an earpiece shared between his hear and mine, our backs crash on my bed. He was my best friend and became my boyfriend.The years passed and I was able to get my bachelor's degree but not him. I didn't ...
Mask it (The Story of How Masks Were Created)
I get up from my bed and look down at myself. I am a mess. I walk to my dresser and get out my robe. I change and head to the shower. "Jonathan!" My mother calls me. I brush my teeth and run downstairs. On the way, I grab my basketball. Breakfast is on the table. I slurp up my breakfast, and head outside to the courts. "Where do you think YOU are going young man?", My mom says. "The usual!" I say. I was going to go outside and play basketball with my two best friends, Charlie, and Devin. "Haven't you heard?" she says. "Heard what?" I ask. Dad comes down the stairs. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! "How do yo...
Stay And Wait For Spring
-Trigger Warning: implications of an eating disorder-It was cold.Too early to be awake, too cold to be alive. I grumbled towww.onedoor.cc myself and burrowed deeper under my sheets. I’d get up.Eventually.Probably not today, (maybe not even this week, come to think about it) but eventually.I tentatively reached to the windowsill, hand searching for my phone, fingers cringing in protest when they brushed against the icy glass. My hand quickly retreated back under the blanket. Nope.Too cold, it wasn’t worth it, though a part of me knew I should probably text Gus to let him know I woke up if I didn’t want him t...