All The Good Things Novels & Stories

But they knew they both have each other's back. Life is the name of good and bad times. Enjoy your good time till it lasts. _____________________________________ So do like and leave feedback. Spread the purple heart.

The elderly woman standing next to her notices that she sometimes looks happy and sometimes sad, and feels that something is not right, so she asks her, "Young lady, are you okay?" Anna murmurs, bowing her head shyly, "I'm fine, ma'am." The old lady wants to strike up a conversation with her, but the bus arrives just then. Anna gets on the bus and looks around, finding only one empty seat. She gives up her seat for the old lady. The girl is kind-hearted, but she seems reluctant to talk and only looks out the window at the row of trees. The old lady thinks that this girl must be a very good child.

She was just about to sleep when her phone screen lit up. It was a new post from Abby. Nine photos—birthday cake, gifts, family, friends. A perfect tableau of happiness. The caption read: [Thank you, Daddy, Mommy, and Jack, for all your love. Happy 23rd to me. Forever your little princess.] Bitterness curled in her chest, but she forced it down. And then, her phone rang. It was a video call request from Abby. She hesitated, unwilling to answer. But then, a thought crossed her mind.

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Britany continued with a giggle. “Mmm… agreed. We didn’t even need to turn the oven on to boil the water,” Nicole added smiling. Alannah didn’t want to say how close to right they may actually be. He may have hired her for nothing but a call-girl. He’d be disappointed if that’s what he was after. “Honestly, I swear it’s not like that,” Alannah said, but as the women laughed, she couldn’t help but smile with them. Her fear was quickly evaporating in light of Darius’s choice of friends. He couldn’t be too terrible of a man if he associated with such good, happy, loving people.

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She was supposed to talk back to the bad thoughts. You are a good person. You do deserve all the good things. You never asked for anything bad to happen. You worked hard to get better. You are not a whore. You are not a Junkie. You deserve to be happy…

"It's strange, trusting that things can just be good without something terrible following right behind it." "I get that," I say, understanding completely. "I think it'll take a while before the good feels normal instead of suspicious." "How do we get there?" she asks. "The normal part." I consider the question seriously, thinking about everything we've survived together these past two months. "I think we just keep choosing it," I say. "Every day. Even when it feels unfamiliar. Eventually the good stuff starts to feel like it belongs to us instead of something we're just borrowing until the next disaster."

You might laugh at my words now. However, my love, I'd give my life to show you my love is true. Or maybe, I'm just paying for my unforgivable mistakes. I wish you a future filled with strength, peace, and lasting joy. May your path be smooth, your life worry-free.] Those few lines summed up Wynnie's entire existence. A tear slid down, unnoticed, splashing onto the darkened phone screen, leaving a tear-stained bloom. "Honey? What's wrong?" Elena's voice came from nearby, laced with concern.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things