In My Little Corner Of The World 소설 & 이야기

I'm free bitches...apparently the girl dropped all charges against me,i don't have no criminal record well for now...im gon mess up again just know it....im chilling in my house minding my business yeah I do miss my woman,but she left and I hope she does come back...she may be older than me with 4 years but she's still my lady (Rina is 24 not 27 sorry y'all) I heard a knock on my door" it's open " I yelled,and there came Claudine yelling out my name

One heartbeat to center myself. I step through. And the world explodes.

I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Here I was, right in the footstep of a different world.

I paused at the threshold. This place was my sanctuary. My anchor. The little pocket of calm I built with my mother—the only place where the world didn’t ask me to be anything other than me. But today, not even the familiar creak of the wooden floors or the faint sound of Miles Davis playing from the speaker in the back could soothe the tight knot in my chest.

Felt the life. "I'm building you a world where no one can own you," I whispered.

Dodging hyperactive children on a sugar rush. “I know... Same as always.” his voice follows me and then I lose him when I crush myself between two large women and manage to secure our little spot, nestled right against the window in the smallest corner ever. I sit down and use the time to take off my shoes and try to get rid of the water I collected on the run in here.

My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!" She looked startled for a second, then feigned innocence, using her most manipulative tone: "Jane, what nonsense are you talking about? Please don’t misunderstand." "I was just talking about the World Cup tickets, I didn’t mean anything else." I emphasized every syllable, reiterating: "I am just here for the pillow!" Her expression was intriguing. Suddenly, as if remembering something: "I know where it is. Follow me." I followed her into the third room. The room was set up as a luxurious cat sanctuary.

I laughed again at my own complaint. "It's so hard living in a world full of grumpy people..." I paused. "Oh... I mean, in this house. Not the whole world." I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing again. I seriously have no one to talk to anymore. So I continued watering the flowers while chatting away to myself. If anyone had seen me at that moment, they probably would've thought I was living in my own little world.

In fits and starts, I wrote about the quiet bitterness of those on the margins of society and the moments they were made to feel invisible. One day, I typed out, "In that lavish estate, all the applause and spotlight belonged to them. I was nothing more than a superfluous ornament—fit only to stand in the shadows and watch in silence." That post went viral without any warning. Within moments, tens of thousands of comments flooded in. Countless people wrote that my words mirrored their own feelings of being abandoned by their family. As I read those comments, I suddenly felt like crying. It wasn't because the post had gone viral, but because I finally realized just how many people out there w

I said at last. I returned to my room slowly and closed the door. The world outside dimmed. I sat on the edge of the bed, both hands resting on my stomach. “Hey,” I whispered softly. “I know you’re still tiny… but you can probably feel how chaotic the world is right now.” A small movement answered me. “I promise,” I went on, my voice almost like a lullaby. “I’ll protect you. No matter what.” I lay down. My breathing slowed. Darkness took me.