Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.
The competitive world is so cruel , nobody can explain in words. The competition may harsh , but it will make you hard. Trust me my brother, it will be bothered.
She ran and grasped for the door handle and when she felt the cold metal on her fingers, she was thankful, thankful that she had lived all these years and survived
I stood frozen where I was. I watched his gleaming amber eyes assessing me. His nostrils flared and a snarl ripped through his throat. He took one step backwards