Any man who hasn't found something worth dying for hasn't started living~ Grandpa
I climbed towards the stairs leading to the upper floor of the old building, grimacing at the dust-covered furniture, broken boards and disheveled books. Then something caught my eye -a book- yes that book I have so long searched for and tried to forget. The book of long-forgotten memories which still beckoned to me. As I reached for it, the long held tears threatened to spill, to give away my pent-up emotions, but I held on.
Wiping off the dust on its surface, I saw the one thing that kept me moving those times -a smiley face sticker- though the book's colors have faded, the sticker still gleamed alongside the words: MY LIFE. At this point, I gave way to the tears as I cried it all out.
Then I heard the floorboards creak causing me to turn at the sound. That's when I saw them..the factors that kept me strong though I almost lost them through certain inaction... They were and still are my friends...
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A Shot At Life
General FictionMax Lennon finds out that life can be lived a better way but he rather does that too late... now the tables are turned and wishes to relive the past but life must be lived. Now with his friends at his side he can accept what happened in the past...
