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I fell in love with my stalker. I don't know what I got myself into. He is alwys sketchy. I am not sure what he is capable of doing and that's scared me but what scares me the most is that I don't think there is a way out. I got myself in this mess and there is no way to go back. Is this the best for me and Becka? I thought. I need to get my baby girl away from this mad man but how?
I’ve never driven to the lake by myself. I googled the directions. It is two hours thirty- four minutes from home, a little closer from school. When I was little, I never paid attention to the time or the distance. My younger sister Sierra and I sat in the back seat reading or doing crosswords and the ride didn’t seem any longer than going to the mall, except sometimes we had to stop and pee. Now I’m driving to the lake house for the first time in more than five years feeling a mixture of
In loving memory of loved ones who have passed away. I just lost a family member and I got the idea to do this from another bookrix member in a way to honor the memory of the loved one who had passed. I'm also doing this for more of my loved ones who I didn't do this for before so this is for all of them. I wouldn't call this a poem or even a short story but you can call it whatever you think fits best.
Shyra was a fantastic scenic photographer, employed with one of the most highly profiled scientific and educational magazines out of Los Angeles, California. Worthily, what she desired most was an opportunity to display her ingenuity in expanding her horizons away from her repetitive common assignments. Quite nonchalant in the nature of her three year relationship with her probing, annoying boyfriend Andre, she finally lands a chance to demonstrate her talent in a three month assignment on the
I fell in love with my stalker. I don't know what I got myself into. He is alwys sketchy. I am not sure what he is capable of doing and that's scared me but what scares me the most is that I don't think there is a way out. I got myself in this mess and there is no way to go back. Is this the best for me and Becka? I thought. I need to get my baby girl away from this mad man but how?
I’ve never driven to the lake by myself. I googled the directions. It is two hours thirty- four minutes from home, a little closer from school. When I was little, I never paid attention to the time or the distance. My younger sister Sierra and I sat in the back seat reading or doing crosswords and the ride didn’t seem any longer than going to the mall, except sometimes we had to stop and pee. Now I’m driving to the lake house for the first time in more than five years feeling a mixture of
In loving memory of loved ones who have passed away. I just lost a family member and I got the idea to do this from another bookrix member in a way to honor the memory of the loved one who had passed. I'm also doing this for more of my loved ones who I didn't do this for before so this is for all of them. I wouldn't call this a poem or even a short story but you can call it whatever you think fits best.
Shyra was a fantastic scenic photographer, employed with one of the most highly profiled scientific and educational magazines out of Los Angeles, California. Worthily, what she desired most was an opportunity to display her ingenuity in expanding her horizons away from her repetitive common assignments. Quite nonchalant in the nature of her three year relationship with her probing, annoying boyfriend Andre, she finally lands a chance to demonstrate her talent in a three month assignment on the