Dust Yourself Off And Try Again Novels & Stories

“It won’t hurt to try. And if it doesn’t work, we’ll still love you just the same. You’re beautiful with or without it, Violeta.” I blinked fast, trying not to cry. I didn’t expect that. Not from her. Not from anyone. “I…” I cleared my throat. “Okay. I can try.” And just like that, it was settled. After dinner, I would attempt something I had never done before—heal a piece of myself I had long given up on.

Finish what you started before you lose your mind.

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

Anna was furious, she dialed his number again, but an electronic woman’s voice drifted into her ear. “I’m sorry, the number you called is unavailable. Please try again later.”

She gently taps her own cheek. "No more weakness. Mommy hopes I'm strong. Yeah. I can't disappoint Mommy. Jess also said not to give up. I have to rise. This time, don't lose again. That's right. Don't lose. I'm here. I can't let it all go to waste, even though my efforts are just starting."

I murmured to myself and wiped my tears with the back of my palm in an unladylike manner. Knowing that I have to put my life into my own hands, even though the whole world mocks me and it looks like I won’t be able to do anything better out of it, I have to prove them wrong. I tried to stand up once again and I noticed my dress was stuck in the woods

I tried to focus so I could remember the steps Ava had taught me to achieve this goal, but every time I tried, it seemed like I was making things worse. I kept trying, and for a moment things would seem to be going well — then he’d howl and everything would revert to the point where I started. After a couple of tries, I had added frustration to the list of things I was battling. I was annoyed with myself that I had gotten other innocent people into a mess that would change the trajectory of their lives forever, and annoyed that nothing I tried seemed to be working. I decided to give it another shot — it was better to keep trying than to lose all hope and let things go awry. As I started, he

I want tо lеt out a уеll оf ѕuссеѕѕ but I’m too ѕсаrеd I’ll be саught. I ԛuіеtlу ѕlіdе оff the сuff and rub at mу wrіѕt. I’m frее! Thе next ѕtер іѕ getting оut оf hеrе. I try tо stand uр and іmmеdіаtеlу crash bасk into the mattress in sickening dіzzіnеѕѕ.

he says. “I don’t like that answer.” “It’s the only one that fits.” I step back. Carefully. This time, my foot lands somewhere new. The ground stays empty. No print. No pre-made step. Good. I breathe out slowly. “Okay,” I say. “So we just don’t—” My next step— Matches again. Exactly. Same angle. Same position. Like it adjusted. Like it learned from the correction. “No,” I say under my breath. “No, that’s not happening.”

he repeated. He had that aura that screamed nothing but trouble. "You think sorry is going to cut it?" I swallowed hard, trying to apologize again, but the words caught in my throat. What would I say? Sorry...wouldn't get his shirt clean, and neither would it clean off the streak of coffee dropping on his shoes! "Uhm... I'm really sorry, I don't have much but I can take it to the dry cleaner down the street." His gaze didn't drop and I lowered mine instead.