As the Prima ballerina took a final bow at the last performance of her 40 year career, she reflected on the many prizes, accolades, awards, flowers and recognition she had received due to her excellent interpretations of all the classic and modern dances her company had made famous.
But a single tear ran down her cheek when she realized that because of her unbridled ambition, instead of going home to the house she had once shared with her one true love, she would spend the night entirely and heartrendingly alone.
Being last or first is not a punishment, being first needs more hard work and being last need more mental strength.
“beat the time in race not the first person then u will be the winner forever”, don’t just satisfy with the position satisfy with your achievement which what you want to achieve.
Melissa is posting crappy stories. Stop.
my ex wife misses me
at least her aim is getting better
I heard a little girl laughing, i have no kids
People were so friendly today, smiling at me all the way on the train, making pleasant eye contact, which continued on my stroll from the busy city station to my office building.
I caught my reflection in the reception counter glass and was immediately rewarded with a reason for my newfound popularity: my $300 pencil skirt was tucked firmly into my $5 hose.
There was a quiet sense about him. What others mistook for inner strength was really a lifelong battle with depression he would eventually lose.
His eyes, flashing in hers, as she saw him go into the unknown. His smile left behind as his eyes covered, she closed her own and out came the tears of not just hers, but the culmination of his eyes as well.
The lion, watching her prey,paced back and forth in her cage, hunger making her feel desperate,angry and anxious for the games to begin.
When her cage door swung open, she lunged for the middle of the coliseum, oblivious to the roar of the crowd, her golden eyes judging the distance between herself and her soon-to-be martyred victim.
I wake up and see my brother laughing near me and see my other family as well eating dinner.I start to cry because I know I am not in my house but on a table feeding others a piece of me.
I stay wishing for the moment for you to come back to me just to hug you and kiss you on the forehead.The real truth is that you never will because the man that took you sold your organs for money and left me without a baby
He looked sternly at the long list of his unpaid debts on his left hand while his right hand held the insurance policy.
“There must be a solution to this”, he sighed.
Headed to a local bar, Michael Jacobs passes an orphanage, where Nicholas Summer knocks on his car door, begging to have a father. Michael exits his car and shoots Nicholas between his eyes.
Since the age of 13, they’ve met every year for their annual Christmas party, sharing stories, sharing lives, sometimes even sharing boyfriends, and always sharing their love and profound affection for each other, sharing in the love and all the wonder that Christmas bestows upon each of them.
Now, 50 years later, they still meet for their annual Christmas party, only now the wonder is – which of us will be the first to go?
I didn’t turn on the light when I entered the room. I was terrified to see what was making those horrible noses in the dark.
To err is only human, but to really foul things up takes courage.A willingness to go forward in our thinking, completeing awkward thoughts and pressing enter at the least timely moment.
A babysitter asked me to remove a life-sized statue of a clown from my living room while I was gone, it was scaring the children.
I don’t own a clown statue.
I looked at the old lady before me, then to my blood staind hands then back at my grandmother. I waited, but I knew my patience wouldn’t last.
I saw a man plunge a 13″ butterfly knife down another person’s throat in one swift motion. After retrieving the blade and wiping it clean on his jeans, he yawned, bored to death.
He thought the silence
I fell silent
out of shame.