Nobela ni Josiah

Love-An intense feeling of deep affection.Obsession-An idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes a person's thought or mind.*******I officially think that I'm now on the borderline of obsession. It'd just take a tiny push for me to be on the other side. Here I am, driving over to a girl when there is an quarantine. I think this is even against the law or something. But I just don't care, right now all I care about is holding that gray eyed girl in my arms. Inhaling her lavender scent, burying my hand in the river of silk she calls hair, and looking into those stormy eyes.I'm in my Chevrolet, driving slightly above the speed limit to Jessie's aunt place. It's an two hour drive but I don't mind. I would gladly pay the price. There is no traffic and the eerie quiet of the city is comforting. My car's fancy stereo plays a song from "Coldplay" called "Midnight". It's

The gun falls with a thud on the carpet and the person standing at the door looks at the result of their action with a pleasing but yet sad smile.*****

Jessie’s POVNo one should be placed in the position where their home brings nothing but fear. A home should be a place where one feels secured and at rest. A home is where love should be radiated as if it’s the warmth of the sun on a hot summer day. It shouldn’t be void o

“A body built like a sculpture,Your blood moans to me from the depths of your skin.It speaks to me in a language that no philosopher or intellect can decipher.

I have heard people talk of love so much my whole life, though I’m only 24 years old. I have read love novels, listened to love songs and many other love related crap. Almost everything related I know and in short, I’m not a big fan of love. It’s sappy and most of the times conceited. But for the past week, I have felt like I have been trapped in a cage. A dark one without food and water for my soul. It has been a week since I met Jessie in the park. It feels like forever literally to me. I have not seen those eyes that holds a man’s heart captive. I have not seen those lips that look softer than feathers. I have not seen her silky hair or touched it. She has avoided me a whole week and I feel like crap.

She was never mine to begin with. She was never mine to begin with. She was never mine to begin with.This is what I keep saying to myself as I sit here with my fork in my hand. Just stirring up spaghetti that I was eager to eat but now I just stare at it. I sigh heavily and drop the fork o

Explaining my life is really difficult for me. My mind sometimes acts on his own. When I search for the right words to describe my journey, the words seem to hide. They hide in the darkest and coldest places, where I am afraid to venture.My name is Isaac, I'm not tall in stature but I won't call myself short also. I have jet black hair that gets in a wrestling match with my comb every morning. My skin is dark and I have brown eyes. I have soft facial features and a weird stubble that does not want to grow the way stubbles should."Issac? Issac?"I snap out of my day dream to find out that the whole class is staring at me.My lecturer snaps her fingers inches away from my face, earning my attention."Are you okay?""Umm, yeah. Sure." I mumble.The lecturer returns to teaching and eyes dart away from me slowly. I am in home room. This is my English class. I alw