Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow Novels & Stories

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

Dangerous. “Tomorrow.”

It has to be another day. Maybe tomorrow or maybe never.

Eyes rolled close. Whatever's going to happen tomorrow is a tomorrow's problem. One thing's for sure, I have to hold on tight. I might get drilled once more... but bleeding.

* I fall asleep with my phone on my chest. Hope blooming in the darkness. Tomorrow, everything changes. Tomorrow, I'll be brave. Tomorrow.

She imagines Melissa dancing half-naked on the Table. Frankly, if Karen knew how to dance, she would prefer to dance than have sex with random men, almost every day. Of course, Karen happens to still be young but she had done what matured people couldn't think of. Every moment she does something bad, her mother's phrase, the one she told her last before she left London, seems to replay itself in her head. "Tonight, you are young, but know, you have this body for a while" She recalls "Once it's morning, your body becomes old, because we have to live young for one night".

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“We’ve still got tomorrow.” For the first time in a long time, tomorrow felt less like something waiting for me and more like something I couldn’t wait to meet. It felt like a promise.

“So, tomorrow.” “Tomorrow.”

“It was about sown oats and thank God I’m at least Catholic.” His fingers gripped the skirt of my dress as his head shook from side to side. “I see the world differently than others do. The world is changing. That means our parts of the world too. My mother doesn’t want to see what’s right in front of her, but that doesn’t make the changes disappear. I have plans for modifications, but I know enough to take it slow. The next few months will be a test period for this alliance, and then there’s my father’s announcement to pass the torch.”