Borrowed Light For My Youth Novels & Stories

Kate's stories or the way the lavender smells in the morning or the fact that the girl with the borrowed heart trusted me enough to call me a friend. Friends don't pay the rent. Money does. I think about the money. The money is the only thing that doesn't ask questions.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

He had not expected to find that the light he had kindled so many years ago had grown into something so beautiful. The young woman led him into the school. The halls were filled with the sounds of learning. Students sat in circles, their hands clasped, their hearts open. Teachers moved among them, their voices soft and patient. The walls were covered with paintings and tapestries, each one telling a story of hope and healing. There were images of the village as it had once been, dark and broken. And there were images of the village as it was now, bright and whole. The contrast was stark, a testament to the power of the light.

"Did you buy a refurbished unit?" Dexter Grant asked. "I bought it from the official site," I said in a hoarse voice. "It arrived three months ago." Three months ago, right after I got the laptop, my cousin, Joe Clinton, asked to borrow it. Back then, he grabbed my arm and said, "Mike, I'm handling editing for a new short video project at work." His eyes lit up with excitement as he added, "My crappy laptop can't even handle 1080p without lagging. Yours is top-tier. Let me use it for a month. I promise I'll take good care of it."

“You got into such a great college. “You need to treasure that opportunity and study hard. “As for money, do not worry about it. Leave that to me. “I can take out student loans.” I cut him off. “It is summer break right now. I can work with you. “And once school starts, I can get a part‑time job after classes.” I looked at him seriously. “You have given me enough over the years. “You have never bought yourself a new set of clothes. “You have never even replaced your old shoes.” My throat tightened. “I am not a kid anymore.” I smiled through the tears. “I can help earn money too. “We will do it together.”

the finance director reported, his face completely drained of color. Julian kicked his desk over, his eyes bloodshot. "Who the fuck is it? Who the hell is screwing with me?"

I stood by the table with both hands flat on the wood, and I said, in a voice that wasn't quite mine: "Who made the loan?" The Auditor turned. "The lender. Somebody had to hand over the moon. You can't borrow a sky from nobody." "I know that." It sounded hurt. "I've been trying to say." "Then say." "It was the first thing she ever asked for." The bead had gone very still. "She stood in the dark with nothing in her hands and said, to the dark itself, I would like to make something. And the dark said, I have a moon. Would you like to borrow it?"

lend me your strength and youth. “Stand back old one,’’ she stopped as I drew my cutlass, “my strength is mine for I earned it, my youth is mine for it is my time, why borrow mine when you spent yours to the fullest even though I find it hard to believe you were once supple and young.’’ I grinned mischievously. “A trade then,” the old woman crooned, "a sliver of youth for a glimpse of your future, or a chance at what you most desire.’’

“When I’ve your arms around me. I know if you’re with me, nothing can trouble me.” “I love you Dara!” “I love you too Wade.” she got him out of hold and asked, “You know what they say, only a vampire can love you forever.” “Lucky you.” Wade chuckled. “Wade I’ve heard and seen in movies too that vampires burn in day light but when I see you, you’re okay in the light, how?”

he finishes with a slow look down to my cleavage. Dolly sets our plates of food down in front of us so I wait to reply until after she’s gone. “I have no idea what light you’re talking about because I assure you, there is no light. Only darkness,” I bitterly say as I start on my fries. This dude is fucking crazy! There is no light in my world, or in my soul. As a child, the light I had was burned out with every hit and demeaning remark from my dad.