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Closer and Closest [1 of 2] by Sam1 Genre: Romance, Slice-of-Life, Shoujo, One-Shot Length: ~9 minutes I thought she'd be here when I show up. "I'm sorry, Rose. Something came up late, and I won't be able to come home tonight. I also called your dad about it, and he gave me an earful. I'm really sorry. I feel terrible. And to think that there's nobody there on your first day of moving in with me. I'll see you tomorrow morning instead. No, wait. You're going to school for your appointment, right?" "Yeah. It's no big deal, auntie. I can take care of myself. I have the address with me." "What a failure on my part. I'm really sorry again, Rose. I'll make it up to you when I come back. I have to go now." "Bye, auntie. Thanks for letting me stay here." I hung up my cellphone. Auntie left a note on the table to call her when I arrive. I'm going to live with my auntie for a few months until dad comes back from

(genre: short-story, romance) I would fancy recalling how I felt when you fell asleep on my shoulder. How it brought a smile. It was a few years back when we barely knew each other. Mind you it was probably my most romantic evening in my whole life. Though it didn’t feel like February 14, thinking of that moment with you touches me forever. If you remember, we were with some friends. We were all having fun then. Playing cards and munching nuts, we were talking about the stuff we can do after we graduate. Of course you were beside me laughing; suddenly you taught me how to be a standup comedian. Moreover, I could still remember how you picked on me when I lost the third time playing a stupid card game. Now I realize it’s not just a stupid card game after all. I didn’t mind. However, the presence of all my friends around me comforts my being. It is funny how I finally understood myself. It all changed. I, being eccentric and solitary, slowly adapted to a social being. A monster, I would

(genre: mature, psychological, short story) I love Superman. When I first discovered Superman as a kid, I never stopped reading about him. I thought to myself 'like wow, this guy's pretty awesome.' How he was able to leap the tallest building on a single bound, how he's faster than a speeding locomotive, how nothing can hurt him. I mean, he's the best. I wanted to be like him because he's unstoppable. Nothing can stop him. Well, there's the kryptonite, but that just adds drama and effect and he's never been beaten before. So, yeah, I love Superman and he's my hero.  I wanted to be like Superman and I always bought a lot of comic books. I tried drawing him and I found it funny how he was wearing his underwear outside. But then I just kept on drawing him over and over, until I didn't mind the underwear that he wore outside. I mean does that mean he doesn't have an underwear inside? Anyway, I memorized drawing him and I loved drawing his logo. H

I did it. I finally did it. It wasn't so bad. I thought I would never be able to approach the person who I truly love. But I said everything. I confessed. My fear was all a lie. And what I'm feeling afterwards isn't so bad. It really hurt at first, but the pain gradually subsided. I'm fulfilled. Soon I was able to understand that it's for the best. After all, how can love bear fruit in a month? I'm content. I'm satisfied. I mean, wouldn't it be tragic if love bloomed only to suddenly wilt? Would it be worth to be together and not have a happy ending?  "We'll begin the procedure... I want you to count from one to ten... so you won't feel the pain..." But I have nothing to regret. It's finished. I can go now. I started to count. "One." The light's so bright. "Two." And I'm a bit cold. "Three." It's fine either way; I don't regret anything. "Four." I just wanted to tell you how I

The year 2020 has been a nice year for me despite that it brought unprecedented struggle to other people. Despite the struggle and how terrible it has been for other people, I'm still thankful for 2020 and the things that came along the way in my life. 2020 was a year of starting anew and the continuation of something beautiful.  I'm thankful that I have my job when other people are not too fortunate to keep theirs. I'm thankful that my family and friends are healthy and I've learned more not to take a normal breath for granted. I'm thankful for my peers at work who are always helping me. I'm thankful that I've been able to afford what I needed and also have the capacity to give to other people. I'm thankful that I haven't lost my passion in writing. I'm thankful that I've been able to start a foundation on my future venture into business. I'm thankful for the luxury. I'm thankful of what I've been able to accomplish. I'm than

"I'm not sure. I probably won't be able to come, because I'm attending a conference tomorrow afternoon." I said. "But I'll try my best. Advanced happy birthday. Bye." I hung up my cell phone and stepped out of the car. I was on my way to pickup my dry-cleaning. The shop next to the Laundromat is a flower shop. As I walked past the flower shop, I couldn't help notice the little girl standing in front of its door. She looked like she wanted to go inside, but she was probably too shy. I ignored the little girl and continued my way inside the Laundromat where my suit awaits. I'll be using the suit for my business conference tomorrow. I wasn't really on a hurry, but I thought it was ready. Apparently, something wrong happened to one of their dry-cleaners, so my suit got delayed and I had to wait for half an hour before it was ready.  The lady in the Laundromat apologized, but I told them that it was no problem. So I picked up my suit and left.

Has it been 3 years? I believe it has. My life in the university is difficult and hectic and I'm only on my first year. I should've picked a lighter load, because I get stressed very often. But even with a lighter load, I find myself busy during the day with some free time at night. Unfortunately, I'm still unfamiliar of the campus and they say it's dangerous to go wandering at night. My history course required us to watch a play tonight and submit a two page essay. The play was scheduled to start at 9 PM. It was lengthy, but the story was simple that I immediately knew how to start on my essay. It was already late when we finished. I wanted to hurry home because I still had to write the essay. So I picked going through the 'shortcut' instead. However, I should've remembered the folks' advise: the shortcut is dangerous at night. I was in a hurry so I still chose to go through the shortcut. Soon enough, it was too late for me to turn back. &quo