Thousand Stories

THIS IS A VERY OLD STORY THAT MY 14Y/O SELF WROTE AND IT'S BASICALLY ANGST AND CLICHÉ AND I HATE ZAYN AND 1D PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. Dear life, No matter how, or from where I start telling my story, it would still sound cliché. After all, it's depressingly common. But I believe that everybody has a choice in how to tell their story, and the way of telling it is what matters. I won't sugar-coat it. I won't say that my journey with you was all sunshine, and no rain; where anything could be solved by a song, because that's not the truth. The truth is as simple as: I hated you. Every time you knocked me down, somehow, I managed to stand up again, but living you was like walking a fine line: I had no idea when I would fall and break my neck. I didn't choose you; I was forced to live you. But you're like swimming in the deep end of the ocean; at any second, a wave would crash over me and I would drown and float away. You have succeeded to swallow me under and pull me apart many times, and I give you credit for that. I wasn't a very tough kid back then, though, because I had nothing to hold on to. My mother gave up on my father and me, and after a while, I gave up on you. But God wanted a different ending to my story, so he threw 'him' into the chaos I call my life. He smiled, and saved me. I found solid ground. And just like that, everything started to make sense again. "I'm Zayn," he said, but to me, it sounded more like, "I'm your saving grace," then, I was catching feelings. I saw the good in you, and he showed me the good in me. That was all it took to save me: a smile. Now, every word, every touch, every kiss gives me one more reason to hold on to you, so I guess I'll be here for a while. And until I'm gone, all I want is to make him happy. I'm living for him, and it's the best way to live. Life, please, make him happy. Let him know that I like my choices, and I hope he likes his. With love, Lexie Grey.

"I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more" Royalty romance. Duchess and Duke. Opposite to each other, but found ways to each other's heart. Philomena London Izyaslavich, Duchess of Grandira. Strong willed and confident. The library is what gives her hope and comfort. No other living things made her satisfied. Her remarkable beauty captivates everyone's eyes and attention. Long, wavy and dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, straight pointed nose, rosy cheeks, pink lips, porcelain skin and tall, slender figure. Lastly, she doesn't appreciate the presence of men. Huxley Easton Desseux, Duke of Eaverston. Exuberant and full of authority. A hopeless romantic. Dark brown haired, straight pointed nose, tanned skin, deep jet black eyes, tall and muscular figure. His world revolves around his family and his pet dog. Captivates all women with just a smile. He always gets what he wants. Destiny must have been in favor of them as they meet in that place. A place where them happened. It is where they met, expressed their feelings, explore, made promises and meet both ends. Is it already the end? Or just the beginning?

This is the story of a girl with depression. Lost, alone and weighed down by her past. This is her journey on a long path that ends with the easiest decision she's ever made. A decision to go somewhere where she won't come back. This is what happens when silence speaks and nobody listens.

Well I wonder if he ever thinks about me the way I think about him throughout my life. But who knows why? Something's are worth finding out in some point in my life but I just have to realize when it Is the right time to admit that it is him I think about in my spare time, him I wonder about or him I hope is okay by the end of the day. Yet again there are just some things like many girls in this world, I happen to be one of them, that are afraid to admit who they like in reality because of the personality of that guy; sometimes a girl has enough courage to come right out there and state what she is considering and yet other times she cannot do it because she might look like a freak.

From my poetry book "The House of Ten Thousand Orphans: very small poems of hope", the poem: "Here the hope remains".

Another couple months have gone by and Liz and Marie are back again with their friends! From pool parties to fairs, excitement is guaranteed to happen in this next book along with a little... romance?

**The Man Who Lived a Thousand Years** He was no longer called "Alvaro." Centuries of existence had erased his true name from his memory. He was known only as "The Man Who Lived a Thousand Years." He had no supernatural powers, nor was he truly immortal. Instead, he was afflicted with a strange curse: his body aged at an agonizingly slow pace, while his mind retained every memory, every moment, every loss. Initially, it was a blessing. He saw empires rise and fall. He witnessed how hooves turned into engines and handwritten letters into digital signals. He walked through the streets of cities that only existed in history books. His memory was a living library, filled with the faces of people he loved who had left him, and the sounds of voices that had faded away. His first loss was the most painful: the death of his wife, "Laila." He didn't realize that time moved differently for her. He watched her hair turn white and wrinkles etch onto her face, while he remained young. When he laid her in her grave, he felt a part of himself die, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning. With each new generation, he had to change his name and appearance, moving from place to place. He would sow friendships and build relationships, only to watch them wither and turn to dust. One day, he befriended a young man named "Marcus" who shared his passion for astronomy. They spent many years together, watching the stars and sharing dreams. But Marcus grew old and had grandchildren, while Alvaro remained as young as ever. In their last meeting, a dying Marcus told him, "My friend, I wish I had lived your life. Do you know how much knowledge you possess?" Alvaro smiled bitterly. "Knowledge has a high price, my friend. Its price is loneliness." Loneliness was his eternal companion. He couldn't love with the same passion again, for he knew the end would be inevitable and

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They say when you go to the army the training breaks you down and strips you of all you ever were then you are built into someone else. In a way life does the same but i dont want to change... These are my steps day by day.

This is an assignment for Creative Writing 2. Each student had to choose a picture and write at least 1,000 words (the max was 1,100 words). I wrote exactly 1,000 words about a picture of my hero with a cancer patient that I found on google many, many months ago.