Imperfect Novels & Stories

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

Regret: “I’m too old to get started. It’s too late.” Identity: “I’m just a lazy person.” Shame: “I shouldn’t be so lazy.” Do any of these voices sound familiar to you?", asked Aidah by winking. "No, l don't....l want to know what you mean by imperfections into perfect?", asked the Heaven of now with the same curiosity as before. "Stay patient dear...You have a lot of time in life to know about it... l am going...l want to loosen it", said Aidah and prepared to go.

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

No matter how firm his clothes were or how straight his back was or how the pitch of his voice rose and fell, he had his own insecurities and parts he wasn't proud of and so did millions of people. Only in America, they were more expressive about it and most didn't care because being Imperfect was normal. We were humans and making mistakes was as normal as taking a shower. We shouldn't push ourselves to the expectations of gods because we weren't capable of fulfilling those standards. Even gods, were not perfect. With that, he stood from the staircase and felt more in alignment as he cascaded down the stairs. Lu was not feeling well as she'd stayed under the r

“Fair enough.” The trip to Tipas was quiet. Simon sat in the passenger seat, nervously rehearsing phrases he’d written down phonetically: “Magandang gabi po.(Good evening.)” “Ako po si Simon.(I am Simon.)” “Gusto ko po sanang ligawan si Leonora. (I want to ask if I can court Leonora.)” Nathan shook his head every time Simon practiced the lines with the wrong inflection. “You’re gonna terrify them if you sound like you’re summoning a ghost,” Nathan said.

Asshole better. Mr. Asshole mutters some incoherent words before carrying on with his lesson. After like, literally one second, Mr. Asshole sprints out of the classroom mysteriously without saying a single word. The whole class seems to be caught in some sort of trance, just everyone gaping at each other. And then all hell breaks loose. I have no idea what just happened because that was really confusing.

It left hollows. “Did you ever… did you ever have to be perfect, Igor?” I asked, my voice barely a thread. “Not just excellent, but perfect? Because if you weren’t perfect, the disappointment was worse than any yell.” He didn't move. He simply waited. I took a deep, shaky breath, letting the shame and the cold memory surface.

He talked slow and she hated every bit of it. After what seemed like forever, the meeting was finally over. Rowena tried calling Gary but he couldn't be reached. She tried her home phone but there was no answer. Panic coursed through her being as she hurried to her car. She deserved a reward for still being able to follow the right traffic rules.

Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a

"You are not becoming like me, you are better than me." Palming his cheeks before he can bury his face between my swells, I say, "Not really. I think we are both flawed. Imperfect but perfect in our imperfections." Thrusting my hips, I splay my fingers on his chest, slide my arms around his neck. "Stop punishing me."