Your Imperfections Novels & Stories

Hundreds, if not thousands, and I wanted the best of the best. "Miss Blackman, transfer all the calls to my mailbox and join me in here so we can go through these together," I said, daring not to touch any application until I had help. "Yes sir," she answered with a smile and withdrew quickly. I liked that about Miss Blackman. She was always cheerful and up for any task or challenge I threw her way. _______________ "This one is too shallow." " Too deep and egotistical." "Too short." "Too self expressive."

Regret: “I’m too old to get started. It’s too late.” Identity: “I’m just a lazy person.” Shame: “I shouldn’t be so lazy.” Do any of these voices sound familiar to you?", asked Aidah by winking. "No, l don't....l want to know what you mean by imperfections into perfect?", asked the Heaven of now with the same curiosity as before. "Stay patient dear...You have a lot of time in life to know about it... l am going...l want to loosen it", said Aidah and prepared to go.

she finished I smiled and nodded my head, I wasn't scared anymore if Chynna could love herself for who she is why can't I love myself for who I am. "you didn't lose yourself and their words, you were you the whole time but your confidence was just waiting for you to be ready to come out" "right I thought light skin would make me confident, beautiful and perfect" "But no one is perfect everyone has imperfections that's what makes us different in such a beautifully unique way"

She talked like she was battling with her conscience. I gently placed my hands on her chest making her look down. "I know deep down, your not the most perfect human being the school thinks you are because I've seen most or probably all of your bad sides but what makes you more imperfect is the fact that you have a heart. A heart that cares and loves even though your karma itself but it's that imperfection that makes me love you more and more. Being Anika is what makes me in love with you." I confessed as I withdrew my hand and she looked at me with a cheerful smile.

It's the ball in my neck, and I want nothing more than it to shrink and leave me alone. I am Emma Rhodes, the model at Model Perfect. Models must be perfect and show off a glamorous life that doesn't really exist. In an imperfect world, that strives for the perfect. The world tells us who we are and what we know. And what I know is this lump, is my doom. It could lift me up or tear me down depending on my test results. I sit in a small chair at the back of the doctor's office. The ticking of the clock is agony, and every strike of the clock makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The door opens and a nurse calls my name.

"Btu you should focus to finis-" "Dad, in my entire life.. everyone calls me perfect. I have no flaw, I'm smart, I'm a fast learner and the list goes on.. but I felt bored. Everything went so smooth and in this chapter of my life.. I felt.. my downfall. I felt and realized that I'm not perfect just like everyone else.. I felt happy because there will be someone who can love me for me and fix that imperfectness that I have.. She gave me a really colorful life with her clumsiness and just.. her.. I'm sorry for not being the perfect son, dad. I'm a human too.. I won't function well when you know the person that gave you a big impact.. in danger because of me." "Well.. I'm sorry because I never

My friends expect you to overcome because of so many achievements but none of them guaranteed that you would stay, none of my words convinced you to be here. I lift my body from the sand feeling the grains crumbling and out of sheer selfishness I wish you were feeling this way, I don't want to be the only one missing something so perfect. This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us.

, she had pleaded as she stayed tied to a corner of the cave. " She has to. She is a result of your imperfection and one of you has to take care the other; it is either the imperfectionist takes care of the imperfectionee", he pointed at me, " or the imperfectionee takes care of the imperfectionist, and given that you have no other value to me, she has to be the one to take care of you, not the other way round", he said, his eyes flaring up in calm anger.

she snapped, hitting his chest. "I see, you don't want that," he nodded sagely. "I understand. Since you're not interested in any of those things I listed, how about we go find some hay to roll in? But if you find that too stressful...we're already in bed, so we might as well have it off," Evanna couldn't believe it. In the span of a few years, the word 'Shame' had disappeared from his dictionary. He'd become the very definition of shamelessness.

his last statement made me chulked a bit. I mean, everybody knows how imperfect I am. A woman who literally failed at everything. What is the point of lying just to make me believe he is on my side? “Okay, maybe not everyone is perfect” his voice collided with my thought. Like he could read my mind. “It's not like we have a perfect human anyway, but you are close to being one. You are a woman who does not easily break down. I admire that about you and please keep walking on their necks”