COLD FEET (Ongoing✅✅)

COLD FEET (Ongoing✅✅)

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I had my life all planned out on paper since I was nine years old. Talk about a young girl so full of vision, one who knew her onions and was so focused on where she was headed. But these were the lies I made people believe of me. I had them thinking I had my life all planned out and was ready to go for whatever I wanted. I lied... Because each time I claimed I needed retreats to build upon my vision, I laid lifeless hiding beneath the shadows... This began when I was seventeen years old.. The day I had met him. For a girl who suffered teenage depression all through her life, even as a preteen, I thought awakening love would be my pathway to healing. "Hey, Doxa!!!" I heard his voice, shouting my name down the corridor. I gave myself the appellation "Doxa" when I was twelve. In quest of my purpose, the name came into being, I just knew God had a glorious destiny for me so I decided to be called "Glory" in Hebrew. Luis was my spec. My perfect definition of 'Mr Handsome" like,who wouldn't behold his alluring facade and be smitten? "Yeah, hi" I smiled, waving back at him. "How are you doing?" he asked, still in the warm embrace "Fine," I was still smiling gleefully and don't blame me. It's not like it wasn't worth it. He was "drop alive" gorgeous! "You smell nice", he sniffed me as we withdrew the hug. " thank you," I blushed, there was also something delicate about his compliments that always swept me off my feet. "You welcome, are you busy this evening?" He asked, giving me a light smile with his mixed American accent. "Em...no, why?" I knew why. He usually asked this whenever he missed me. At this point,I must admit, I am even scared to continue narrating. I'm afraid I would rip open my scars again... AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENT THAT SEEM OTHERWISE SHOULD BE CONSIDERED COINCIDENTAL. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE! ©illustrious_joy
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{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.

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