Day after day I get the question
How are you what's the matter are you okay
And each time I feel like screaming
I explode inside my head but I always say
I'm alright I'm okay and life is fine it's all perfect
Why the concern it's my business
Day after day I regret that I snap
People caring people asking
But I can't help but hate the truth
If I tell them they'll only fuss so I say
I'm all right I'm okay and life is fine it's all perfect
There are no problems there's no struggle
Life is fine I'm great
Why should I fight it's too late I scream
I'm alright I'm okay life is fine I'm great
There are no problems there's no struggle
Don't make a fuss
You look at me
and pass me by.
I can see it in your eyes,
you still think me a child.
You don't see
who I've grown to be.
In your mind,
I'm still at nursery rhymes.
I'm sick and tired
of how you write me off.
Just once,
I'd wish you'd look at me
and see I'm not a child.
Hitting the road-TG Caption by Gobbie2, literature
Literature
Hitting the road-TG Caption
Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Thanks man!!”
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!
Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught
"Wait, you want me to do what?" Liam asked the three girls, unsure if he heard them correctly.
Ashley rolled her eyes, and brushed her hair back while her sisters sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"Come on Liam!" Ashley said, "We said we would pay you. Besides it's only for a bit and then you can go back to normal.
Liam knew they were good for the money. They were even offering $1,000 dollars to him which made him question what they wanted and the catch to this all, he found out, but it was safe and had been used before.
"I don't know Ashley, can't you find anyone else?" Liam asked but his mind was already made up.
"No
My Sister's Panties - TG by Princess-Kay, literature
Literature
My Sister's Panties - TG
Jacob blushed as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric, the pink cotton sliding between his fingers. He bit his lip as he looked around, eyes darting across the pink of his sister's room before finally settling on the filched panties. He hesitated for a moment before clutching them to his chest, balling the smooth cloth in his hands before darting to the room next door and collapsing on his bed.
He sighed in relief, happy to have succeeded cleanly this time as he glanced furtively around the room, eyes resting on the closed door for a moment before his gaze relaxed. He smiled to himself, as he hooked a finger to each side of the jeans
Once upon a time, a young woman was so in love with books that she decided she wanted to become a writer so she, too, could create loveable stories. She read everything she could about writing. Then, one day, she found herself in a book store where she bumped into an old man among the shelves. Turning to apologize, she discovered it was a venerable, much-loved author.
As soon as she could find her voice to speak, she said, "Oh, sir! I know you are very busy, and so I would just like to ask you one small question: what is the best piece of advice you have for a beginning writer?"
The old man smiled and said, "Certainly, young lady. In fact,
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the World by C-A-Harland, literature
Literature
Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the World
Ares is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour with crested helmet and mighty spear does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop