I Read Therefore I Am Novels & Stories

I embarrassed myself with his elder brother? I walk as fast as I can to my room, to save myself this embarrassment and banged the door really hard. All seconds added that I think of what happened, put more fury in me. I laid on the bed and put the pillow over my head, to avoid my eyes from seeing light."where are you Mr. Richards? I want to go back home, plus I miss you" I say out loud, I really do miss him and now, I can't control myself from these feelings I've been having lately. I'm the only one in this room. Then I hear "Here." Huh? I'm starting to hear things. I feel this is my mind imitating is voice and I say.

There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes. Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home.

No it couldn’t be “What then am I?”

I informed him. “But here I am,” I declared and stood up. I could feel the glass piece on my bare foot. My main character: "Here I am. Standing in between dawn and dusk, with glasses piercing my skin — I am in front of you, I am with you." I continued and tears leaked from my eyes.

i said taking quick steps towards the exist, It cant be that bad can it ?

Today she was in her morning lecture and I was in an empty classroom on the second floor of the arts building with my textbook open in front of me and my notes spread across the desk and my pen actually moving across the page. “The only way is to read your book.” Professor Marcus always said. I was reading the book. It was slow and painful and about thirty percent of it made sense to me on the first pass. It was not my natural habitat, this kind of quiet focused effort. I kept wanting to check my phone or find a reason to be somewhere else. But I stayed and I kept the pen moving and told myself that this was what people who wanted things did. They sat in empty classrooms, mornings like this

Victor and Amelia left after Edward after promising me that they would teach him a lesson for misbehaving with me and ask him to apologise me. But, I no longer cared. I did not want him to apologise to me, not even want to see him. I was simply done with him. I could not believe how disgusting a man could be. All of a sudden, he wanted me back the same woman he felt disgusted with, not because he realised my worth after loosing me, but because he felt his ego was hurt after seeing me with someone else.

“And they say they have heard so much about you—about how you started with nothing, about how you never let anyone tell you what to do. They say you are an example to them.” I read the letter carefully, feeling a quiet warmth in my chest. “I am not an example because I am special,” I said. “I am an example because I refused to believe that my life was limited by what others thought I could do. I refused to be defined by my past, or by my connection to anyone else"

Not because I must. Because I choose.

The woods are. I push further. I push further than I can, further than I can take, further than I know, than I know, than I know. I am. I am. I try to hold. I try to hold. I am. I am. I am.