A Valentine’s Gift: A Story of Determination

    Every once in a while we face certain challenges in life; whether it would be at work, school, home, oder an illness. At times we don’t know if we have the courage and inner strength to get passed our obstacle. And sometimes during our worst obstacles, we can accomplish the unexpected. Depending on the challenges we face in life, we still must keep our dignity, even if we lose the battle.
    The two were unprepared for the Tag at the hospital, where Lisa would undergo a biopsy. They thought of the procedure...

Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories gepostet in order here: link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url] and here:link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213538/title/blacktie-dinner[/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the Sekunde story left off. Enjoy. :D

Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his mantel as he peered devilishly towards the...

Du want to be there. Du know Du do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when Du look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs Du on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
    The Land Du thirst for has loomed at the oben, nach oben of the mountain in Metopia for as long as Du can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing Tag as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. Du begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...

Du laugh at something just not funny and the only thing Du do is apologise, even if Du don't mean it, Du do because the people hearing Du laugh do not appreciate it. How could they?

You hear something sad about another and Du apologise, because Du may feel bad for them but Du don't know what to say and Du think saying anything else oder not saying anything at all is inconsiderate, but it's not fair on Du because Du don't know what to do with that information.

You did Du best to save something oder someone for someone else but Du fail and Du know that Du haven't Lost anything but...

Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War oder X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my bucht window here in Virginia strand near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church...

Terrence moved slowly, watching where he placed his feet. He didn’t want to step on those certain floorboards that squeaked and risk scaring the small girl. He quietly picked his way across the floor, and stopped at the edge of the child’s bed. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, his eyes became locked on the stark contrast of their skin tones. She was very light in color, almost a peachy shade. He was dark in tone, close to the color of chocolate. He smiled at this.

“Rosie,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s almost daylight. Time to get up, kiddo.”...

(Not a very creative name, I know)


ONE

I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. herz pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment oder whatever. Then Weiter Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...