Fifteen Journey Award Nominees

27th November... A charismatic day.

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Good luck everyone!

Happy birthday blogy!!!

One year has passed in a flash. You, blog, have proven to be a good and reliable friend for all of us, though we all forgot of your existance in the past month. However, deep in our hearts, we haven't forgotten you and we'll take care of you the next year.

Here are my wishes of good luck for the next year. :)

Memories - Chapter 5

Here is chapter 5. I think Memories will be the first story to be completed! :D Comment, pleazzzze!!!!

Chapter 5 - Discover

Some would say this was an ordinary night. For me, it was the beginning of my own salvation and foolishness.

Great to be back!

Everyone has been complaining, saying that I had abandoned the blog, but it just isn't true: there's school and grades, you know?That's pretty IMPORTANT to me, at least!

And high school has been kinda tough on me, 'kay? So chill y'all x)


Here it is:

A short story I made when I was inspired, just today while listening to:
"Lie about us" by Avant feat Nicole

ENJOY***



She stood there. Alone.Every five minutes, she would check her pink ‘Hello Kitty’ watch and search for the single soul, she anxiously expected. So far, he hadn’t called nor sent her a message. She stared blankly at the entrance, hopping anytime soon he’d to meet her outside.
She left out a cold sigh and bit her lower lip: he wasn’t coming. It had been too long: it was time to go, to leave for good. She stroked her hair, fixed her gloves and picked up her silver backpack.

She’d started walking along the sidewalk. Step after step, she thought about what had just happened : she had been waiting for 20 minutes, under a bus stop just outside school and still, after they arranged to meet there the day before, he hadn’t come. It was snowing: she was cold, wet and lonely. He hadn’t come.
Was it all worth it?

A smile made it all better. He was just around the corner: he came ‘running like crazy’, his hair was messy, his fingers were cold and his jeans were wet on the bottom. He cleared his hair from his forehead and apologised once more, with an honest smile. No one can smile quite like him. She looked at him, with a tear still rolling down her check, smiled and said:

I thought you weren’t coming…

She felt ‘silly’. He always came. Fear overcame her: she didn’t want to leave, to be alone. She wanted him to be with her; always. It wasn’t about 20 minutes or 3 hours: it didn’t matter as long as he came in the end, to meet her. She thought about lecturing him, but she felt too 'dam' happy wrapped around his arms.
He came.
It was worth it.