Yaram Novel Novels & Stories

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

Yara shivered in the cold wind. Compared with being forgotten by Harvey, what annoyed her more was that Yvonne was now a noble lady, while she was living a poor life. Since she was a child, Yara felt that she was better than Yvonne. When Yvonne married Samuel, she had laughed at Yvonne for a long time, thinking that she would never be able to turn the tables again in this lifetime and would die completely in the hands of Samuel, the good-for-nothing.