fiction-novel

Blake smiled while greeting him and turned to introduce me to his friend from Camp Lejeune. Blake made the formal introductions while I studied the two distinguished men. I liked the way they both carried themselves in a dignified manner with confidence, but not too much that they seemed arrogant. I was fascinated by them. Sleek. Forget eye candy. These two are like eye caffeine. I feel energized just looking at them.

Indeed, wounded loved can make for fierce vengeance. And, from what I know of Anissa, it does seem a bit out of character for her to behave so spitefully, so I'd like to think that she really is just deeply hurt, angry and looking for some way to injure me back...I hope she knows how well she's succeeded.

The pity in Matt__ eyes was almost too much to bear but she found herself unable to turn away. She had only seen that look once and that was when he almost lost Nichole. The sparkle in his eye burned out as if it was nothing more than a dying ember leaving his brown eyes dark and cold. Like Scott__.

There__ someone here.___ know._ She said, __here__ Scott?_ ____ not sure,_ He said, __ thought you were going to wait outside with Nichole and Matt.___e decided to come in.___ou mean they__e in here too?___es.___kay_ He said calmly, __ou stay here.__he nodded as he turned to go.__h, and Carrie.___es?___ould you actually listen to me this time?_ He asked with a faint smile on his face.

I might__e found a way to cure them._ Crystal said in a jumble of words. __ure them? Permanently?_ __es sir._ He thought about this a moment before speaking, __ou__e got two weeks, can you do it by then?_ __hat__ plenty of time sir, thank you.

It's said that we can all choose our own destiny. But sometimes, for a special few, destiny has no choice but to choose for you.

Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. "Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be.

Write or perish in the banality of mediocrity!

In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...

She had a way about her that spoke of homemade bread, and caring for people, and the kind of patience that women have when they help a ewe birth a lamb, or stay up in the night with a baby calf bawling for its momma.

I am who I am and always shall be.

I didn't know that once you've proven yourself useful to the wrong people, you'll never be free again.

...Daisy doesn't even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom... you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there's no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you. I do see why Nikki likes the novel, as it's written so well. But her liking it makes me worry now that Nikki really doesn't believe in silver linings, because she says The Great Gatsby is the greatest novel ever written by an American, and yet it ends so sadly. One thing's for sure, Nikki is going to be very proud of me when I tell her I finally read her favorite book. -Silver Linings Playbook, p. 9

Somehow your heart still knows me.

Could be I've finally gone crazy, but men crazier than me have done greater things than I've ever dreamed, so we'll see where it takes me." ~ Tom Parker, Imagination Stone

Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!

There are many of us who live alongside others, less fortunate, watching them go through everyday suffering for one reason or another, and we__e not moving even our little finger to help them. It__ in human nature, unfortunately: for the most part, the only people we genuinely care about are ourselves. However, once in a while we encounter different species, different kind of human beings among us: full of compassion, willing and wanting to help, and doing so with joy and happiness. Those are a rarity. But you know what, my dear? Being one of them is not a special calling- it__ a choice. So what will you choose, huh?

All hen are created equal but some have more feather than others.