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Forty Four
Our past will never define our future.
"Anja, what taking you so long?" Yulian called from downstairs.
The past months had been really great and now I'm in my last week of stay with Yulian. I had no idea what was about to happen, how our goodbyes would turn out to be but one thing I was sure of, I have no interest in coming back home. The idea of living in the same house with my father a
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Sweet Submission Forty Five
Memories are the windows to the almost forgotten past.There's a faint noise in the background, followed by soft footsteps. My door opened and I heard momma sing. "Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you!" I pretended to wake up. Momma sat on the side of the bed, holding a plate of steaming pancakes. I anchored my elbow to a sitting position, a smile spread on my lips. "Happy birthday baby girl!" Momma greeted me with a big grin.
Sweet Submission Forty Six
It doesn't mean that when you decide to leave, you will be forever running. Sometimes you just need the time to sort things out, even birds come back.I couldn't tell how long I gazed at his sleeping form before I turned my back. I left without a single word of goodbye. I was scared. I knew that I might not leave if he tried to beg me one more time. I knew that I would give in to him. I badly wanted to stay but I couldn't afford to so. I forced myself to walk out of the house that morning with heavy feet and never looked back again. I willed myself to move on even if it was killing me. Thus, from that day on, my dreams were haunted by his image.
Sweet Submission Zero
If you can run away, run now, run fast, and don't let the slithering shadows catch you.In this reality, we see the perspective of our lives based on the cage we are held captive in; the limited space of the ceiling from the floor to the walls. And the idea of freedom tastes like sweet nectar from Eden. But then not because you can dance around freely means you are at liberty, sometimes we were just too blind to see the invisible boundaries set by societies' manipulating hands.
Sweet Submission One
You should remember, we all create our own misfortunes.The voices of the crowd became a horrific tune in my ears. My heart wouldn't stop galloping, the craziness was going around in my head, running amok. That was it, I was about to get doomed. My short-lived life would be over. If only the auctioneer could forget about my number but it would be a miracle. The event was called for my sake, the initiation before I fully turn into a grown woman, or that was how the men in my family see it-- a mere training. But it was all lies to cover up their imprudent imposts."N
Sweet Submission Two
When faced with choices always choose the lesser evil.A minute has passed and the conversation curved into an awkward silence. My voice was caught up somewhere and I was unable to form audible words. The guy not more than thirty with a godlike appearance bought himself a bride and he wasn't being cheap about it. He wasted a big sum of money on purchasing me and my body. The thought would have never crossed my head if not for the fact that I was the one who has been bought. I had no clue of his identity nor anything to do about him. However, he reeked of regal air, something that told me he could get any girl he want
Sweet Submission Three
The danger is almost always invisible to your eyes, like the devil hiding behind the shadows of the apple tree."What if I don't want to sign?" I asked in a tepid voice. I was growing afraid of the situation in front of me. It was far from what I was expecting and it slowly planted a seed of doubt for the training I had undergone. What if I fail?Though pain and torture were included in my unusual upbringing there was some weird inclining in the pieces of paper in my hands. The words that were
Sweet Submission Four
Reality is your dream, becoming a nightmare."Don't just suck! Play with the darn thing. Give it some love. Feelings! Emotions! That face, fix it right this moment, show that you're enjoying it! My child, how would you please young master with that kind of stoic face?"
Sweet Submission Five
Secrets are the daggers we give to others.Two hours. It had been two grueling hours but I haven't uttered a single word to Yulian. I was still flustered from our previous endeavor if you could call it like that; I wasn't sure what had happened--to me at the very least. It was more of an impulse than anything else. I acted out of instinct that I hadn't thought of the repercussions of my undoing. I was new to all this; was I doing it wrong? I had no idea. It was easy to describe myself as an idiot and shameless.Stupid
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