Open Your Heart Up Novels & Stories

After all, your mother practically raised her. I saw a strange smile appear on Mom's face. And I instinctively made an excuse to get water, putting some distance between myself and my parents. "So after we accepted that man's suggestion, he prepared that big jar for us. All we had to do was put Marlene's corpse inside. "He said that after 30 years, we could open it, cut off some meat, and use it to make the aromatic pork he promised. "But, unfortunately, the year you turned 22, your mother couldn't wait any longer, and she opened the jar early to harvest some meat."

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

“But sometimes I think, do those walls only make me more isolated? Maybe I’ve lost many opportunities by closing myself off.” He smiled, as if he understood my feelings. “It’s important to protect yourself, but it’s also important to open your heart. No one can guarantee we won’t get hurt, but we can choose who deserves to enter our lives.” “True,” I replied, feeling a sense of relief. “But how do I start? It feels difficult to tear down walls I’ve built for years.” “Start with small steps,” he suggested. “Try to share one small thing about yourself every day. Maybe with a close friend or someone you trust. Over time, you’ll feel more comfortable opening up.”

Neville asked her to come over to his seat, he carried her as they cuddled and watched the stars till they both fell asleep. “You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerably is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are part of your life” – Bob Marley.

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

And I felt butterflies in my stomach. Well, open up your mind and see like me Open up your plans and damn you're free And look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing, we're just one big family And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved So I won't hesitate No more, no more It cannot wait I'm sure There's no need to complicate Our time is short

The night that is supposed to alter everything. Power breaks over me like a tide. It's as if all of the feelings of all of the individuals in the clearing break over me at once. Fear and hope and anticipation and dread and love and worry and excitement. Too much, too much, drowning. I try to breathe, my shields cracking under siege. "Open yourself!" Sage's voice cuts through the battle. "Don't fight it. Let it run through you!" I attempt. Attempt to release my defenses, to open my arms to the flood of emotion instead of resisting it. But it's like standing before a tsunami and being told to relax.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

One evening, Anthony received a box from an unknown person. Is this the present that the man who called me before told me? He remembered the call that he had with a lunatic. He shook his head and carefully opened the box using a cutter. When he has opened the box, Anthony saw Danielle's pictures that has an x mark on it and there was stains of blood. Feeling disgusted, Anthony carried the box and threw it on the trash bin. “ Who have the guts to play this kind of trick on me? Damn it!” Anthony frowned and punched the wall with his clenched fist.

No, I don't even want to see his face anymore! "Mrs. Leah, why are you here? You might have a fever because the wind is too cold." Steve's voice woke me up, and the wind started to feel cold. My body turned to face him. "How do we get rid of the images of other people in our minds? Do you have a solution?" At first, he didn't answer, I thought it was useless to ask him because he was still young and probably had never felt the pain of falling in love. “Open your heart,” he said as I passed him. My feet stopped, and I took a hard breath. Thinking about loving someone again, I'm tired.