My Own Little World Novels & Stories

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?

I don't watch their reactions. We are in our own world. Our own universe. No one can possess it. No one can shatter it. This moment belongs to us. [THE END...] [End of Book 1]

I hope you and the person you love grow old together and have a family filled with children and grandchildren. [I want you to experience all the beauty the world has to offer, even if the person sharing it with you isn't me. [Uncle Murphy, please don't feel sad about my departure, and don't blame yourself. My decision has nothing to do with you. [When I was little, every time my parents fought, I would hide in the wardrobe. It was dark and cold in there, but only in that small space did I feel safe. Back then, that tiny wardrobe was my entire world. Later, Uncle Murphy, you carried me out of that wardrobe.

I didn't know if the sun was still up or it was already retreating casting its pink glows across the sky, all I cared about is how I was in my sanctuary, alone, just me and the voices with no one else to experience what I was, the embarrassment that I was. As the voices argued trying to tell me if I was worth Amara or not, I looked at the features of my environment, marveling at my work and still being proud that I had my touch even though I haven't done this In a long time. I loved to call it my little world cause it was somewhat of an escape from reality. It was like a tent, a tent made of sheets, bed sheets.

It’s cliché, but it applies to everything. “You think the time you spend with me is enough for you to say that? Do you think that I don’t try to will myself into doing things on my own? I am not the one you need. Because you, you are my world. But let me correct myself. I am not obsessed with you. You just don’t know what it feels like to be alone.”

but I aint gon complain all that. George still works but at home, selling houses online and his new 'assistance ' covers the show casing of the houses which is fine by me as long as the bitch knows her place coz I don't mind cutting up a bitch...it's Friday and I'm having lunch with my cousin Brandy who been telling me about my baby daddy ever since we got here " I told you not to take his sorry ass back but you never listen" I huffed " he said it happened just once though mika...but I don't know...do you know this Renee girl? she owns a club somewhere...I think I gotta pay her a visit" she said thinking alone...I shook my head

"The rest of your soul is here, it seems you are not so miserable that you have to despair." Adela immediately jumped in her mind, she stood up in surprise and hastily asked the man who was saying: "Who are you?" "I am the master of the world in which you exist. As long as you want, I will help you...out smoothly." The other person was still very patient, using the same gentle voice as at first, adding. It's just that this one word came out in a voice that still had a bit of a mystical feeling that was hard to describe.

Even though I may not fit your perfect description of a perfect teenager or a boy with a six pack and a broad chest, I bet I can easily fit into your world, but I will leave that for you to decide because I firmly believe that every human has a right to their own opinion. I live in a small town not too far from a big city called Port-Harcourt. It is a big city with a lot of modern hotels and buildings; the kind of place you would be willing to spend a few cash all in the name of getting to the peak of an extraordinary life you feel is enjoyment. Also, I go to a secondary school not too far away from my home. It is not really the kind of school that I wished for or hoped to attend, but it is

A dark light flashed inside Matt's eyes, as if he was upset that something that belonged to him was being coveted by others. After thinking for two seconds, he walked over and dropped to one knee before holding out an expensive diamond ring.

Not even Mother. And then he was gone. They all left. And I was alone. Just me. Standing there. Wet, cold, and abandoned, like I was the most insignificant person in the world.