“Hi. My name is Bree, I’m sixteen years old, and both my parents died in a head-on collision.” I say to the group of teenagers in the ‘Victims of Tragic Losses for Teenagers’ support group. 3,039 more words
I read this short story today and want to believe it changed my life. So often you find yourself midst couples who are so into each other, it becomes difficult to converse beyond a point because your eye wanders, and now you see his hand cupping her waist, now you see her finger tracing his jawline, her leg on his thighs, his hand on her butt. 79 more words
They had spent time on a wonderful celebration at their friends estate and it was time to return to their own.
When she went to the window of their room, high above the ground, she did not expect to find a thick layer of snow covering every available inch. 700 more words