Bob Duncan, The reason i live, The reason i breathe, The person who keeps me alive. The man who has changed my life for the better. I walk outside, I think of Bob Duncan. I take a shower, I think of Bob Duncan. I eat, I think of Bob Duncan. I don't eat, I think of Bob Duncan. No matter what i do, Bob Duncan comes to my mind. I worship Bob Duncan. I would give my life, to meet Bob Duncan. The way he exterminates those bugs. It makes me jealous of Amy. It makes me want to kill her. It makes me want to kill myself. Bob Duncan is perfect. His bald head is worth more than a diamond to me. It makes me loose it. It makes me order an internet prostitute to dress up as Bob Duncan. Bob Duncan for president 2025.

What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week? [Book #1 of The Soulmate Series] © felicitate | 2015

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-