I've Got Sunshine In My Pocket Novels & Stories

I've already eaten the last few pieces of chocolate I had left. [Ethan stole my phone long ago.] [I'm lost. I can't find my way out.] [Worst of all, I was bitten by a venomous snake.] [There are fewer than ten hours left before the antivenom window closes.] [Just when I thought I was going to die, Ethan suddenly appeared with Celia.] [That was when I learned they had hidden a tracker inside my backpack.] [For a moment, I thought maybe they still had a bit of conscience left, but I was wrong.]

Or was I trying to convince myself that I wasn't crossing any lines? There, I fell asleep, still wearing my clothes and shoes. I woke up the next morning to the ringing of a call blaring from my phone. My ringtone was my favorite song in the entire world. “I’m walking on sunshine, ooohhh. And don’t it feel good!!” "Walking on sunshine? More like screaming on burning hot coals," I grumbled groggily. I was not a morning person. “Who in their right mind calls at 7 am on a Saturday?" I said absentmindedly.

I said, “You don’t want the cash, fine. Take this instead. You ever need anything... and I mean anything—you call that number. Someone’ll answer. You say my name. That’s it.” Even stepping back, the charge stayed under my skin. I needed to get the fuck out of there. Her throat bobbed, lashes flickering as she glanced down at the card and then back up at me. “I don’t—” “I know you don’t think you need it,” I cut in, “But the world isn't all cinnamon and chamomile, Sunshine. Sometimes it bites. When it does, you call me.” I stepped back, hand dropping away slow. “Promise me.”

Sunshine's POV I have only one motto that I follow. "Live your life to the fullest" So I did. At one point in my life. I realize that If I stop caring what people says then I'll be happy. People say whatever they want. I mean we are all entitled to our own opinion but it is up to you if you'll let their opinion bothers you. I tried really hard to do good deeds everyday. I always maintain a positive outlook in life. I am not named Sunshine McBright for nothing. I try to embody my name.

I reached for the mesh bag where I kept my underwear, but it was empty. I frowned. I dug deeper, checking the side pockets, checking under the layers of clothes. Nothing. "What is it?" Clara asked, seeing my digging. "My underwear," I said, my voice rising. "It's gone." "Did you leave it on the island?" "No! I packed it this morning, I watched myself pack it!" My fingers brushed against something stiff in the side pocket of the mesh bag, a piece of black cardstock. I pulled it out. "I didn't say the rule ended just because we left the island. No barriers, Sunshine. Even in your dorm, you belong to me."

" She shouted. Yeah. I heard that clear. "Hey, what a beautiful day All I need is a taste (and it tastes so good) Nothing but a good time (a good time) Sippin' on sunshine Oh, don't got nowhere to go (no, we don't) So we'll go with the flow (hell yeah) Yeah, we're living the life (the life) Sippin' on sunshine All day, all night Sippin' on sunshine Yeah, a good time Everybody's just sipping on sunshine

Happy in my presence, smiling in the morning sun. My Princess!

337 STORY CONTINUES BELOW It was raining all night so when I walk out the door I smell the smell of rain. Don't you just love that smell? It smells fresh. It's a sunny day today so that makes it better. 63 I mouth some lyrics to the song and make my way to the park. Once I get to the park I sit on a bench under a tree. It's a really huge tree so it's giving me shade while sitting under it. 1

Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin.

But just know I'm here. I knew you would refuse the pocket money I proposed to give you, last night. You should know I don't give up easily, by now, sunshine. The envelope contains some money you can use while looking for a job to start providing for your personal needs. Don't try to give it back. I hope you don't hate me, Hosun . I really hope. Once again, I wish you the best, sunshine. I'm here for you, always. ~Sugar~ Hosun released the breath he didn't know he was holding. His eyes prickled and he hugged himself tight.