Novels by Akia200

The past few days l have spent exploring the town and looking for a job. Because of the population, jobs are readily available. I got a job at Pauls Kitchen, one of the local diners. It has been operating for the past ten years. Tomorrow is the ten years anniversary milestone celebration and the whole town is invited. And also my first day of work. When l was informed of the celebration, l thought it would be a party but l was sadly mistaken. The celebration is an all day event. The residents of Purpintine get the opportunity to order whatever their hearts desire, free of charge. It's a way to attract more customers and introduce them to the new menu.All the staff are expected to be present and lend a helping hand. This means the whole day on your feet, serving entitled customers who treat you like the scum beneath their shoes. Lucky for me, l will be in the kitchen doing the cooking. I spent a year in culinary school right after finishing high school. I didn't finish the tr

Looking around my old fairly moderate sized apartment, l was overwhelmed with peace. Most people would feel some sort of emotion, mostly sadness, to saying goodbye to a home that has housed them for the past ground breaking three years of their lives. But not l, quite on the contray l felt overjoyed and at peace as l thought of the new journey l am about to embark on.The butterflied wallpapered walls of my living room stared at me with sadness in their eyes as they marveled at the emptiness of the once was living room. The walls that provided comfort on emotionally scarring days, that cried with me whenever we watched emotion producing movies, the walls that recorded with their pitiful stare the cringe worthy dances of the one man performances l had.Looking to the corner of the living room, the door to what was once my dream catcher opened wide revealing the small balcony that overlooked the busy streets of Parli. Decorated with different flower pots, rangi

Identity. Such a simple word that holds a lot of weight and meaning. Many believe that a persons identity is determined by their family name. To a certain extent, there is validity in that statement but what about those who have no families?, those who come from nothing and establish themselves to become great? Those who cut ties with ther families? Their fate is an unlucky one. Forever identified as the orphan, the poor, the weak, the hopeless because in reality those labels are where their identity lies.Having roamed this world, moving from foster home to foster home, the past twenty-one years of my life have been rather eventful. The past three years have been spent doing everything l had been denied from my early childhood days to the last day l spent as a seventeen year old. I always looked forward to the day l would finally be independent, not having to rely on any other human being for anything because all the human race has ever done for me, was disappoint me c