drama

Lions and tigers, bitches and bears, oh my.

Roy: The immutable heart of what we are that bleeds through whatever we might become. All else is vanity.

Stop validating your victim mentality. Shake off your self-defeating drama and embrace your innate ability to recover and achieve.

You are still a spoiled rotten brat, Richie,_ Seth said to Vegas, with no emotion on his face. __ut I__ not going to let anyone hurt you...

I think journalism gets measured by the quality of information it presents, not the drama or the pyretechnics associated with us

~Life is a drama, when there is no drama in your life than there will be.~

But more importantly, know I love you more than I can say with simple words. Poets have attempted for centuries to find the perfect combination, and I don__ imagine I shall have more luck than they.

Each of our lives is the sum of its parts. No ONE individual is the driving force. And no one person can stall its progression. If everyone plays their position, life evolves without drama, opportunities flourish and ultimately we ALL benefit. When you selfishly overstate your part you only weaken the whole.

Tell me a truth, Senna.""I don't know how," I breath."Then tell me a lie.""I don't love you," I say. I sink beneath the weight of it all.Isaac stirs behind me, and then he is leaning over me, his elbows on either side of my head."The truth is for the mind," he says. "Lies are for the heart. So let's just keep lying.

Work smart, not hard

I'm so stupid," I tell her, tears streaming down my face now, blocking my vision. "You're not stupid. You're just an emotional vampire.

Out here everybody abuses everybody. It__ just the way it is. So you'd better get used to it." - excerpt from: freefalling

It was a constant battle not to turn her head in his direction; but every time she did, he was looking over at her. Each time he__ smile, and Rylan would jerk her gaze away. She knew what that smile was capable of, and she was doing a good job avoiding it until it suddenly appeared over her shoulder.

CONGRATULATIONS DL Havlin! Your entry, "There are No Lights in Naples", an unpublished short fiction - flash fiction genre category, is a finalist for the 2016 Royal Palm Literary Awards competition!

The virus was rapidly spreading. It had infected his mind, eating away at everything except thoughts of her.

Over the years Breece had lectured that truth was liquid. That it evaporated in the heat of passion, froze in the cold of fear, and bent itself around virginous, unpurposeful fibs. It could churn and pull you under, drown you in itself, or let you ride upon it like a surf. But truth was always relfective. It showed blackheads and blemishes, fat rolls and sags, scabs and scars. Truth was fearful, angry and dangerous, and that was why so many people did their utmost to avoid it.

If we really exist merely to fulfill God__ plan: then life is a television drama; with God being the scriptwriter, the director, and, the audience.

All I knew was that I couldn't have him right now. It was impossible. Could I have him in a year? Two years? Five years? Ten years? I didn't know. All I knew was that although the universe was pushing us together, it was also pushing us apart.