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Jessica's Life, Ch. 5: Ever Okay?Jessica's Life, Ch. 5: Ever Okay?
Characters: Jessica, Kevin, Emily, Nelson, Brandon, Rob, Annie, Monica, Valerie
Summary: Now that Aunt Lauren is gone, how will Jessica get through possibly the most difficult part of her death, the funeral? And will she ever be okay again?
After school, Emily went to Jessica’s house. She was worried about her friend and was desperate to make sure Jessica really was okay. Jessica’s dad opened the door when she knocked.
“Jessica isn’t here right now, Emily,” Nelson said slowly. He was touched to see Jessica’s friend coming to find her.
“Where is she?” Emily asked. “I’ve been worried about her. She hadn’t been herself lately, and when she didn’t come to school today…” Emily’s voice trailed off.
“I know. She’s at the park.” Nelson wasn’t sure what else to say. He knew Jessica was upset, and she wanted to be alone. But he wasn’t sure if
Springtime: Love in the Air BySpringtime: Love in the Air By Manwathiel
Part 1 of a much longer story.
This comes after the story about Jessica.
Characters: Jessica, Annie, Emily, Valerie, Monica, Timothy, Peter, Justin, Andy, Nelson
Love was in the air at school, and the boys were acting silly. Valerie giggled at their antics. Emily rolled her eyes. Monica laughed, and Jessica gave a small smile. Annie groaned.
It was late spring, and they were juniors. Valerie laughed loudly at something Andy did, then looked guilty. She and Andy had gotten together over Christmas break, and she was thrilled. She had been crushing on him since the beginning of high school.
She shared a glance with Monica. Monica had been secretly in love with Justin for the entire year, and Valerie wouldn’t be surprised if they started dating soon. Annie had been dating Timothy since March, and Emily was totally in love with Damien, although they weren’t together. And Peter had been
Jessica's Life, Ch. 4: Caving InWarning: I cried while writing this chapter.
Jessica's Life, Ch. 4: Caving In By Manwathiel
Characters: Jessica, Emily, Lauren, Nelson, Kevin, Rob, Valerie, Annie, Brandon
Summary: A couple of weeks after the big game, Jessica's life is falling apart.
Jessica didn’t know how to go on anymore. Her dad was taking time off work, but her mom was as busy as ever. Brandon still refused to visit Aunt Lauren, even thought they all knew she didn’t have long. Kevin had all but disappeared, and Jessica was having trouble focusing.
She was sitting in her US history class with Annie when her phone buzzed. She looked down at it and saw that it was her dad. She gasped. She didn’t want to open it, didn’t want to know what had happened.
Annie glanced at her, motioning to her phone.
What’s going on, Jess? Are you okay? -Annie
I can’t talk right now. I have to go. -Jess
Jessica packed up her stuff and walked out. She had already talked with most of her teache
Jessica's Life, Ch 3: The Final GameJessica's Life, Ch 3: The Final Game
Characters: Jessica, Emily, Kevin, Nelson, Valerie, Lauren, Rob, Susan, Brandon
Summary: The big game is coming up, but how is Jessica feeling? And how can she play a game without Aunt Lauren being there to watch? And what's up with her dad?
“You seem to be doing a bit better, Jess,” Emily said on Thursday. Jessica nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I guess. I’ve been working with Kevin on some stuff,” Jessica said. “And he’s making sure I’m eating enough every day. So you don’t have to worry.” She gave a smile.
“Good. Someone needs to make sure you are,” Emily replied with a giggle. Then she grew serious again. “But seriously. I’ve been praying for you, and so has Annie.”
“Thanks, Emily,” Jessica said. “If you could, would you keep praying? For me and for my family? And for Kevin?”
“Sure,” Emily said. “Of course.” Jessica smi
Jessica's Life, Ch. 2: DistractedJessica's Life, Ch. 2: Distracted
Characters: Jessica, Kevin, Lauren, Emily, Brandon, Monica, Valerie
Summary: It's getting closer to the championship game, but Jessica can't focus. With Aunt Lauren worse, why does anything matter? And how can she possible go on when her whole world is crashing in on her?
A couple of weeks later, Jessica was at soccer practice. But her heart wasn’t in it. She looked over at Kevin, wondering how he was holding himself together.
Aunt Lauren was worse. Much worse. The doctors had moved her into the hospital so they could try to take care of her better. Jessica really hated seeing her aunt so sick.
“Jess, are you okay? You seem a little out of it today,” Emily said, placing her hand on her friend’s shoulder. Jessica just shook her head.
“I can’t talk about it,” she muttered through tears. She jogged over to Kevin when he motioned to her.
“Jessica, I know this is really hard. But she wouldn’t want you to
Jessica's Life, Ch. 1: Family Jessica's Life, Ch. 1: Family
Characters: Jessica, Emily, Valerie, Kevin, Monica, Annie, Lauren, Susan, Nelson, Rob, Brandon
Summary: Jessica doesn't want to tell her friends what's really going on. She will only drop little hints.
The girls sat on a bench in the park after their big game.
“Kevin’s just a big softie, Jess. You know that,” Emily Winters said. “He’s not going to do anything about it.”
“I hope not. Sometimes it’s fun having my cousin as my coach, but most of the time, I hate it. He knows me way too well,” Jessica Morris said, frowning. “Did you know he used to chase me around our grandmother’s house when we all went there for holidays? And he used to tease me all the time.”
“Is that so bad?” Emily asked, laughing. The only cousin she knew was her cousin Nate who lived in New York. Holidays, at least before her dad married Christina, had been quiet affairs in her home because they had no fa
Emily's Asthma TroubleEmily's Asthma Trouble
Characters: Emily, Tiffany, Jessica, Valerie, Monica, Kevin, Damien, Annie, Emily's family
Summary: Emily is having trouble with her asthma, and they have a huge and important soccer game coming up.
Tiffany ran down the soccer field and kicked the ball. Emily glared at her, still annoyed over that had happened years before. It irked her that Tiffany was so happy with her boyfriend, and here she was, broken up and her heart breaking.
“Jessica! Pass it here!” A voice pulled Emily out of her thoughts and back to the practice game at hand. She glanced over at Valerie, who now had the ball and was racing down the field.
Practice was exhausting, and all the girls were breathing hard. Emily was having more trouble than usual with her breathing, and her coach called her over.
“Emily, are you feeling okay today?” Kevin asked her.
“Yeah… I’m fine,” she replied, still breathing heavily. She knew she had to take care of her as
Heartbroken.... Yet HopefulHeartbroken... Yet Hopeful
Characters: Annie, Travis, Melissa, Christina, another boy
Summary: Annie, as she prepares for graduation from college, is fully in love with Travis. But then she gets a weird message.
Annie sat on their bench, waiting for Travis to show up. He was unusually late for their normal meeting, and she started to get concerned. It wasn't like him to keep her waiting.
It had been a little bit more than a year since he asked her to become his girlfriend, and now that she was almost graduating, she was expecting something big from him. He had said he wanted to talk to her.
"Come on, sweetheart. Where are you?" she said softly. "You know I have class at 1." It was 12:45, and she couldn't wait much longer. She decided to text him.
Hey trav. I waited for you at our normal spot, but you never showed up. I have to go to class now. Text me, okay? Love you.
She frowned. As she waited, her concern turned into annoyance. Finally
Summary: A boy tells Emily she looks beautiful, and she doesn't know what to think.
Emily walked out of class that morning, feeling a bit happy. She had just gotten back her test, and she had done better on it than she expected.
"Hey, Emily! Wait up!" she heard a voice call out. She turned around to see Noah coming towards her, waving. She gave a little wave back.
"So how did you do on that test?" he asked as he caught up with her.
"Better than on the last one," Emily replied with a smile. "How about you?"
"I did fine. Mine was about the same," Noah answered. They continued walking towards the cafeteria and talked about their classes.
"So anyways, I kinda like this class, but I'm not sure yet. He's a good professor," Emily said. Noah nodded but didn't say anything.
"Emily, wait. Before we hit the crowds, I wanted to tell you. You look beautiful today," Noah said after an awkward pause. Emily glanced down, her cheeks on fire.
"Thanks," she muttered, turning away. T
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Modern Woman at the WellModern Version of "Woman at the Well" By Manwathiel
There was this one day, that strange day
I was on my way home after work and decided to stop at Starbucks. While I was there, I saw an older woman sitting by herself. She looked sad and lonely, so I asked if I could sit with her. She said yes, and I sat down at her small table.
"What's wrong?" I asked, for you will remember she looked sad.
"Twelve years. it's been twelve years," she said very slowly. "Twelve years to the day. Since he died." This came very slowly, but in the end, I learned that her husband had died twelve years before on that particular day. She also told me that, shortly before he died, he became a Christian. She didn't seem very happy with that fact, so I started telling her about how loving God is and how much He wants her.
"God wants you to love Him, and if your husband accepted Christ before he passed away, then he's in heaven, dancing and celebrating with God. I'm sure John would want you to join hi
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