When Life Leaves You High And Dry Novels & Stories

He looked upset but was remaining very still. "This is complete bullshit, we are soulmates I feel it, you can't die and leave me all alone, my soul would wither away without you," he stated forcefully and pulled me into his loving embrace. I looked up at him and realized that he was getting taller than I and was broader too. I started weeping again, imagining the feeling of losing my soulmate.

Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me. I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak. Lifeless Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the da

“ It's that...I am already tired of acting.” “ It's because you should be the scriptwriter of your life, not just not the actor.” I took a deep sigh and look up to the leaves of the trees. Soon enough they will fall to the ground and new leaves will grow. Life's like that, and you are the tree. There are people that you grew up with. You got comfortable with them, but soon, they will leave and new people will come. And It's funny how after they leave, someone will come. It's like.. life is just about waiting for people to go. How friends turn into strangers and strangers into friends. And how you felt alive..then suddenly you'll find out you only have few months to exist.

You are the colors of my life! ***

GIANNA Sometimes I'm afraid to be as happy as I am. I think it's a fluke, an anomaly, and that someday something's going to go wrong, and it'll all be snatched away from me again. I find myself lying still in bed some mornings, waiting for the fog to clear, so I'm sure it's not a lingering dream but reality and then somedays like a child, I wanna pinch myself because my life has become too good to be true.

Part 6 You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth. William W. Purkey Mahi couldn’t remember how long she stood there in the dark after he was gone, thinking about so many things all at once. A few weeks ago her life had been simple, clutter free and so less complicated and now day by day…. Hour by hour she had the feeling that her life was sinking, slipping away from the gaps of her fingers like sands of time and she remained there unable to do anything.

Recognizing ally when I see one, even unlikely ally. Quote to remember: "We can choose to be alive instead of dutiful." I close the journal and look at the calendar on my wall. December 15th is circled in red. Twenty-four days until I can file for divorce. Twenty-four days until freedom. I've died once already. I can survive twenty-four more days. And then I'm going to build the life I should have had the first time. A life where I'm not a wife, daughter, sister, bank, or dumpster.

‘What you have to decide... is how you want your life to be. If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it? Listen, the truth is, nothing is guaranteed. You know that more than anybody. So don’t be afraid. Be alive. Don’t exist. Live! Don’t hide. Get out and explore! Challenge yourself! Thrive! Evolve! One day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.’

But now, the last person tied to my life had walked away too. When I died... There probably wouldn't even be anyone to claim my body. My tears wouldn't stop. Fine. I'd mourn myself early. *** I was feeding a bunch of stray cats when an old coworker called. She burst into tears before she even said a word. "Yara, you absolute angel, please come back, okay?" "I'm not going back." I poured food into a little bowl. The cats ate like it was the best meal of their lives, and I smiled.

With trembling hands, she brushed away the dry leaves that had accumulated on the grave and gently cleaned the names inscribed there: James and Nancy Everhart. Overwhelmed with sadness and loneliness, she wiped her tears with her sleeve and spoke softly, “Why does this happen to me? Just when I think everything in my life is finally okay, why do I end up feeling so abandoned? How can God be so cruel? What am I supposed to do now? I wish I could have died with both of you; it would have been better than enduring this life alone. The people I care about, the ones I love, always leave me behind.”