Elle me regarda droit dans les yeux avant de parler, c’était la première et la dernière fois que nos regards se croisent pour si longtemps. Le sien était pénétrant et brûlant, le mien était incertain et feignant une froideur inventée. Et une fois qu’elle baissa les yeux pour fixer le

Continuation of Part 1

“Hello?”

He turned around quickly, and I almost fainted. His hard, strong jaw matched fathers, and although father’s eyes were grey, this man’s silver eyes looked eerily like fathers. All his features were exaggerated. The black hair that shone

Gillian looked out the west facing window of the tower. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the mountain tops. The sun shot gold beams across the sky. The air was cool and smelt like pine and fresh rain. Gill breathed it all in. She stared at the suns

What is this life

A constant battle
To be be happy
To get what we want 
To be at 
Peace

Chasing
One desire after another
Seeking
Pleasure, fun, excitement 
Enjoyed to its extent
But still 
Lacking

Looking for another day
Then another 
One that’s not the same
But even better 
A constant 
Struggle

How long before we are truly satisfied 
Before we can truly say:
This is it. 
I need no more
Content

What

Where to start, most would start with the setting, the time, the person.

However, you've found your self a very lazy narrator my readers.

Readers? shhhh, ignorance is bliss Noaah.

The voice of my writer aside, or maybe that's me?, anyhow where are my manners. I've forgotten to introduce myself, my names Noaah,

I didn’t know how to respond to Teresa’s text. How can we have the same dream? That doesn’t seem to make sense. 

“We made love in the kitchen and on your living room floor. We connected. It was incredible” Teresa stated in the next text.

[BACK AT THE COFFEE SHOP]

I was sitting like a statue. I was astonished with the story. He asked me “So do you like the story?”

“Yes, off course I’m shocked. I mean what a plan it was. Rob was a genius guy. This story made

I am dedicating this story to my mother, Gerry Lois Portis Bartlett. I told her a very primitive & G-rated version of this story when I was a small child. She was my number one fan back then, and even though she has gone onto the other side, I feel