Smile Write Novels & Stories

(Smiley face emoji) I contemplate hitting send. Backspace…erase...one more try... “HEY, BABE. SORRY. I CRASHED LAST NIGHT WITH MY RINGER OFF. I’M ALIVE AND WELL. CAN’T WAIT FOR THE WEDDING. THE YOU, ME, AND GRANDMA HELEN SLUMBER PARTY WILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER TIME. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR GRANDMA! LET’S GET TODAY’S PARTY STARTED. YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDE.”

Still, I couldn't help but hope that his charming smile held a hint of authenticity In the bustling hallways of Adamson High School, I was often unnoticed, a shy figure fading into the background. I was what people called an outcast, perpetually on the fringes of teenage social circles. But amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, there was one that brought me solace and a sense of happiness. It was Tyler, a radiant being with an infectious smile that melted the coldest of hearts. We had never exchanged a single word; he didn't even know I existed. Yet, just a glimpse of him passing by would instantly lift my spirits and brighten my day.

A wide smile appeared on my face when I looked at that envelope, and I couldn't hold myself from checking what was inside it. 'I miss you A little too much A little too often And a little more Every day, every hour, every minute, and every second. -Attam' With a smiling emoji at the end. "I miss you too," I spoke to myself and thought to say the same when he would be in front of me. ****

I say. He smiles and faces upward, so as to get an even tan on his face. I smile too. The smile I have is really just a slight upward movement of my lips and cheeks. It's not the one that I've learned to do, but it's something of my own. Ves says that because I don't show any teeth, I come off as placid, which according to her is a good thing. "Dane texted me the other day," says Pike while looking up. I raise an eyebrow.

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A smile was itching to crawl on my lips, and no matter how I tried to stop it, it was still forming. “Give me that smile, Alice. I’ve been waiting for it.” He said, but he wasn’t smiling either. I let my lips curl into a smile, a broad one. “We’ll be late.” “Nope, we have time. Let me enjoy this for a while. So please, Alice Sullivan, future Luna of the Eclipse Pack, jump onto my lap, and let’s seal the deal.” He finally let out a smile, and it made my heart flutter. And I was sure something was happening in my core, too.

"Okay then, mention one time that you smiled. Try reaching deep into your memories, and tell me one time you smiled." I did as he said, and reached very deeply into all my memories box stored in my head. He is right, I don't smile much! I coughed nervously. "Well.. I do.. I do smile, to customers." I stuttered, knowing what I just said is really foolish. Of course, I have to smile to customers or they might not come back. Who would want to patronize a grumpy person. Simone raised an eyebrow, "okay fine. I give up, I do not smile that much.."

Kaelen "He smiled at you," I said. "He smiles at people," she said. "He is a warm and friendly man. That is what warm and friendly men do when they meet people." "He smiled at you," I said again. "The specific version. Not the general friendly version that he distributes to the room at large. The version that has a particular destination and is aimed deliberately at it."

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

When he curled his lips and smiled softly, he seemed to change to another person, gentle, gentle, polite, especially when he spoke slowly, his voice was extremely beautiful, looking like an ancient writer. This relaxed smile makes his face relax, dissolves cold, neutralizes politeness, moreover, his appearance is outstanding, making it difficult for others to take their eyes off. Fiona looked dumbfounded, and after a long time, he looked away, pretending to have nothing to say: "Uncle Paul Henry, you should smile more is good." "Really?" Paul Henry turned around, “Your smile is still precious. That's more expensive than that bottle of wine, do you dare to spend money to buy it?"