Shuffling Everyday Novels & Stories

Gosh, and it was doing its magic again! “You know,” he began, “most couples just do any activities they want to do, comfortable without any fear, such as changing, taking a quick shower, and going to sleep. They don’t just stand and look at their partner like a horrible beast that is about to devour them.” Again, I felt shivers down my spine. There he goes again doing this weird magic thing on me. He knows how to play with words; it's affecting me. I can't fight against him. ‎

she rubbed her hands together like a evil genius which scared the hell out of me. "What if this don't work" "Oh...trust me it will work...with you beautiful face and skin,no man will be able to resist you" "I think I should just find another work it won't be that hard and to avoid any complication. I won't endanger my heart. This isn't a story Angela this is real life. Tomorrow morning am going to tell that jerk that I quit even though it hurt." "Just think about it Sammy... You give that jerk a taste of his own medicine and in return you get a rich handsome billionaire in return."

시간아 조금만 빨리 달려줘 너를 만나는 Sunday 상상만 했던 someday 오늘은 한숨도 못 잘 것 같아 자꾸 거울을 보고 괜히 심장이 뛰어 I don't wanna say no more Feel like I don't wanna say no more (I know) oh 넌 (I know) 만들어 내 매일을 영화처럼 요즘엔 난 늘 Sunday 하루하루 또 Sunday (How we do how we do How we do uh yeah) 하루에 몇 번씩 절로 미소가 상상만 했던 someday 이제는 아냐 someday 괜히 난 웃고 있을 것만 같아 너와의 첫 데이트

If I could ever rule that stage, present myself under his banner, doors would fly open. After taking off my shirt, I went to the bathroom and turned on the water until the mirror fog was created by steam. I let the hot spray run over me as I stepped into the shower, soaking into my sore muscles. I closed my eyes and just took a deep breath. The only place I didn't have to act or think was in the water.

“Too real.” Sha also sent me a link to a short playlist next. It was a soft indie folk and lo-fi beats. It was nothing too loud or jarring. I listened on my commute home. The music wrapped around me like it was a warm blanket. I texted her back. “This helps. Thank you.” On most of the days we did our best to keep it light. She sent me a funny anxiety tweet. And then I sent her a photo of the tea that I made before I went to bed. She shared me a picture of her cat napping in a subbeam.

One Saturday morning, I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the fact our house smelled like Wonderland. It's the same song she repeatedly hums, which started irritating Ares and me. The death song. Shake it off by Taylor Swift. She would sing that song whenever she was super happy because of its hype beat, but the lyrics are about shaking off romance. I don't know why she would be satisfied with a song like that, but the way she sang seems funny yet horrifying.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

She even worried for just a second that she might be sick, but she choked that feeling down and settled down on the couch with a quiet huff. Get your shit together, she silently lectures herself. You don't have the time to make yourself sick - shake it off. And again, she tries. She gives her head a shake before she's settling back against the couch cushions, ignoring the watchful eyes she can feel piercing through her, studying her like she was something interesting - some sort of puzzle - and opting to run her hand through her hair instead, paying extra special attention to the ends, twirling them around between her fingers with all her attention being placed on doing that rather than the

Sherri's P.O.V. Sitting behind the counter of my brother's auto shop, I'm beginning to think this is the quickest way to die of boredom. I usually love helping out, but when I work in the evenings just to answer the phones and hand over the keys to someone picking up their car, time seems to drag. It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening.