Hello Everyone, @kingst here with the announcement for the STACH Short Story Contest #25.
What is a Short Story.
A short story is a story with a fully developed theme but significantly shorter and less elaborate than a novel. It makes use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components to a far greater degree than is typical of an anecdote. You can read it in less than 90 seconds.
Contest Rules:
•Write a Short Story based on the topic that will be given every week.
•Write an Original Short Story (Plagiarism will be flagged and reported).
•The Story must contain no more than 199 words.
•One entry per user.
•Story should be pasted in the comment section below, no links.
•Contestants are permitted to post their stories in an article on their blog, so they also get upvotes from the @stach trail.
Winners Selection.
Winners will be selected based on the topic, story plot, number of words and delivery as determined by the selected Judge. One word above 199, disqualifies the entry.
Contest Topic.
Write a 199 words story based on I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
PRIZE.
FIVE winners will be selected for a share of the 15SBD. The story with the most interaction gets a 1SBD prize from @ejemai.
First Prize: ----------------------4SBD
Second Prize: ------------------3.5SBD
Third Prize: ---------------------3SBD
Fourth Prize: -------------------2.5SBD
Fifth Prize: ----------------------2SBD
Good luck guys!
Sharpen your writing skills and throw in some inspiring short stories. XO!
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"I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore."
That was just the last words he told me before he left. We had so many dreams. We had so many plans for the future. I trusted him but, this is just what he did to me.
I don't know where I went wrong. I guess, I just have to figure it out myself.
"Hey, you got accepted in a job! Please see us on Monday for the orientation."
I got that message from one of the companies I applied to. But, I gave it up for him. And now that he's gone, where do I go? How will life be without him? Where will I start to start over again?
Those are just questions I've been asking myself. I've been crying, yes I am.
"It's okay Claire. You will get through this. Don't let this end your life. There are still more to life than this." A friend told me.
I lost everything and I just wanted to end my life.
But, for the people who loves me, I will continue to live on with my life with the belief that everything will be okay in God's perfect time.
I had been warned by those closest to me about his true nature but I ignored their advice. Maybe I am blind to who he really is. After years of bliss together I thought I knew him. We had joked about understanding each other better than ourselves. Did I make a mistake or was I deceived?
Maybe there is no simple answer to such a question. Afterall, no person is entirely good. We all have parts of us that are good and parts that are bad.
The more I think about it the more I realize why I feel so betrayed. I thought that I could trust him. We all make sacrifices and accept things that are not ideal in our partners. We all are at some risk of being hurt.
I persuaded myself that the risk was worth taking. It was a calculated risk based on the assumption that my life would be better overall.
But there was some darkness brewing deep down that I did not understand. When it hit the sun was blighted from the sky. The only thing clear to me now is that my life will never be the same.
Peter's dream was to buy a motorcycle, which would allow him to go to work and return home. After more than 3 years of saving Peter had enough money to buy a used motorcycle.
The seller of the store, a shrewd man thought to sell him a motorcycle that nobody wanted to be very old and ugly. For several minutes Peter and the seller were bargaining the price until the seller was satisfied with the arrangement.
When Peter left the store the salesman thought that he was always "born a fool every day".
The next day he went to pick up the bike from the store and the seller handed it to him. When Peter tried to start the engine, it did not start. Peter went back into the store, telling the salesman that the motorcycle was not working, but the salesman replied that this was not his problem.
Peter trusted the seller and he took advantage of him. Peter was devastated, he had lost his money, his dream.
Miraculous operation.
"Trust him ... Look what he did to me."
They were my words for Rafael, the day my life changed drastically; Thank God and Steemit. December 20, @williamjose presents Steemit. January 10, almost a month later, already with several publications, friendships on the platform, eternal nights praying and creating good post, I can think of the brilliant idea of letting the baby of the house draw for an art contest. On the other hand, @artelis my Mother, I was suffering from bleeding and needed a very expensive operation in Venezuela. I had time in that state should have a stereotomy as soon as possible. The baby drawing with my help, we uploaded the post and went to refresh the mind. After a while, I go back and update Steemit, OH! a whale had bounced me, so much so, that my post came to $ 129 and I ended up charging more than 50 SBD, a lot of money in my country. I managed to pay for my Mother's operation and all medications. She was excited and registered as @artelis and my brothers followed @jesuscarrasquero @gabrielaa @zuleef and also an aunt @francismg and of course @rafaelgarcia
Que bueno, me alegro por ustedes. Dios es grande!...saludos
Así es, Dios es grande. Gracias por leer, saludos!
Its a real history, best regards
Thanks for reading brother. regards
Fui testigo de esa realidad¡ Con dios todo es posible.
That is right, brother
Amazing history. Steemit has undoubtedly been a change in the lives of all who know him. May all the glory be for God.
It's the pure truth, steemit changes lives. My regards, brother
After the delivery of my second son David through caesarean session, I could barely bend down to do anything. I invited my kid sister Amara to come to my house to assist me with house cores pending when the NYSC mobilization list comes out. She was indeed a savior to me because of the pains I was going through.
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The pains continued even after four months of delivery, which made me frequent the hospital for check-up and treatment since the issue was increasing on daily basis.
One Tuesday morning, Dan was sick and could not go to his place of work and that day I was to visit the hospital and to visit a friend after treatment, which I told my husband.
After the treatment, I put a call across to my friend Amada to know if she was home or not, she picked up but told me she was out of town.
Straight away, I went home and I met the shock of my life. I saw my kid sis and my husband on our matrimonial bed.
Dan! I trusted you to have been a faithful husband Why come so low to sleep with my kid sister?
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I trusted him - Look what he did
Now my heart is filled with hatred and vengeance but my hands are tied.
It all happened like in a Nigeria movie, I don't know what came over him, I treated him like my brother but he did what most of my enemies wouldn't do; now I live my life with the thought of it and watching her suffer for my ignorance.
But I didn't take her serious, I took her motherly warning as being the fact she don't want me to mingle with people around.
I was blinded to the fact that what harm can the only surviving child from the family of 5 bring, I took you close because of your heart condition.
I took him home that Sunday after church and mum wasn't home, I later received a call from my girlfriend demanding us to meet, I left him at home because I trusted him on my return look what he did (he malhandled my little sister with his organ). What a life?.
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Trust.
I shifted away from him slowly, he was already drifting to sleep but my soul cried. Foolish is not enough to describe me. I had travelled from Enugu to see Segun in Lagos, because why not? He was my boyfriend of five months. I crawled out of bed, picked up pieces of my torn clothes and bag, glad I brought an extra clothing. Entering into the bathroom, I brought out my phone to re-read our chat.
Segun: Babes, I promise you would enjoy your visit.
Me: I am not sure, I have not been to Lagos before.
Segun: Trust me, I would guide you.
Me: Are you sure you are not making me come to Lagos for sex?
Segun: Babe, I know and respect that you are saving yourself for marriage.
Me: smiles, can’t wait to see you then.
Segun: Can’t wait to see you too.
I returned my phone and allowed fresh tears roll down, I stepped into the shower with mixed emotions. In this cold and cruel world, who would ever believe he raped me since I came here voluntarily. I trusted Segun, look what he did to me.
"TRUSTING HIM WAS MY BIGGEST MISTAKE"
I was on my way to class when I bumped into this Handsome, captivating fair guy. Never have I been a fan of fair bearded guys, but this guy immediately uprooted the foundation of my negligence to fair guys
He gave a wink, and I fell for what became the destruction of my Life. Henry was every ladies dream in the lodge. He's so fun to be with, that you could spend the whole day thinking nothing but him.
He popped the question after some weeks of being just friends. Yes, I accepted to
be his girlfriend. I showered him with all that I had. My dad was rich, so I literally became Henry's ATM. He would collect money and spend on me, so i witnessed heaven on earth dating him. I told myself that if this is a dream, i better dream until I get taken by death. It was an amazing feeling. If trust was to be a cheque,then I signed out all my savings in an open cheque to Henry.
He never gave me reasons to doubt his loyalty until I got to know he impregnated my best friend.
Trust him, look what he did to me.
Nina was a girl thrown forward, she graduated as a Licentiate in Early Education in 2010. Since then, for her there was no opportunity to practice her profession, she introduced her papers and never called her. Nina was able to survive and support her family doing crafts, thank God that blessed her with that talent. They spent and passed the years and did not get work as an educator, one day they call her and they tell her that because of her age (43 years) they could not give her the job. She crying the only thing she said is okay, she did not insist anymore. Every night she prayed and prayed, she never lost faith, but she had days when she was very discouraged. It was after a couple of months since that call that while she was sleeping, she was awakened by a new call where they told her they assigned her the position, she could not believe she was very excited. And that's why we should not give up, trust him, look what he did to me.
The Great Miracle of God
"Trust him ... Look what he did to me."
This is the story of a desperate mother, who had her son in the room of a hospital, where they did not give her much hope of life, since she was very ill, having been born with a bronchopulmonary dysplasia. But this mother was a woman of faith and began to ask God for a miracle for her son. And one day it struck her to see a Christian visiting the rooms of the sick and moved in faith to ask her to go through the room where her son was and pray, and to her surprise and all those who accompanied her That day, when the person arrived in the room he answered, you have a big faith that is why your son is healthy, and when the person left, they noticed that a white dove settled on the window, everyone was surprised and felt a supernatural presence Noticing how the pigeon watched the child and when the grandfather of the child approached the window, she flew very high and was lost in the clouds, and from that moment the child was healing and discharged on Christmas Eve for the Glory of God and joy of the family.
I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
While we were struggling to put up our family house, dad lost his job at the Nigerian Immigration Service, and mom was then just a junior staff at the University Teaching Hospital.
Haruna was one Hausa boy who used to live in the incomplete building my parents couldn't complete, so by the time the house construction project was completed, we had no option than incorporate Haruna, the Muslim into our household, we couldn't send him away because he had really secured the building for us when we couldn't complete it.
We got along pretty well in such a short time that we could also trust him with our secrets until one day something happened, an incidence that changed everything in our lives.
It was New Year eve, we were returning from the village when we met a crowd at the gate, everyone was in a pensive mood. Haruna had brought robbers to the house and carted away everything we left at home. The robbers escaped but the police managed to get hold of Haruna.
There he sat with handcuffs on his hands and legs, with face down and bloodshot eyes.
WORD COUNT : 199 WORDS
Sara ... I'm going grandmother ... that will be what this old woman wants now !. I will always remember these words and I can not go back to tell my grandmother, how important her words were at that moment and by then, I did not understand that ... you were the most important thing in my life.
I will always remember your anecdotes about your childhood, the life lessons that your father gave you and your mother's affection ... they were also lessons for me, today as a mother ... how much I regret not having listened to you more , nevertheless, your always so pretty, you said to me, someday you will remember me and you will say, there in the sky must be the most beautiful and important old crazy woman of my life !!
La niña feliz
Se relata la historia que tiempo atrás una niña con modales muy formales educada por una familia muy importante A medidas de su crecimiento ella quería tener una infancia de niñez quería tener amigos que pudiera compartir con ella sus juguetes, Un día fue a la ciudad con su mayordomo, en la ciudad miro muchos niños que jugaban en el parque, Le dice al chofer que detuviera el auto, Se baja aquella niña elegante y se dirige a los niños que jugaban en el parque," Les dijo"¿ puedo jugar con ustedes? Aquellos niños le respondieron que no, niños muy pobres y se sintieron ofendidos, Aquella se sintió mal y se marchó con sus ojos melancolicos, La niña llego a su hogar, Le dice padre ¿Padre quiero tener amigos en mi casa que jueguen conmigo? El padre sorprendido le dijo no porque es peligrosa ¿Además cuales niños si no tienes amistades? Si los tengo ¿ Puedo traerlos a la casa? El padre responde" Esta bien" Al día siguiente la nina bussco aquellos niños que jugaban en el parque Aquellos niños sorprendidos mirando la cantidad de juguetes de la niña, Muy emociada fue el día de su vida Y feliz con sus amistades.
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I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
One morning I woke up in a hospital bed, I couldn't remember what had happened last night, when I opened my eyes, a doctor entered the door and sat next to me. He was explaining to me what happened the night before ...
In the middle of the night I was driving when suddenly a truck crossed and crashed me. My car was under the truck and now I can't move any part of my body.
I felt in the dark, in the depths of my problems.
That morning I was in the news, I received many gifts and one of those gifts was a letter with a prayer without name. Keep that letter and every morning when I opened my eyes, the first thing I did was read it. When I read that, I felt more faith and hope, I don't know why, but I felt that this letter had been written to me by God.
The next month, one morning I woke up and I noticed that I could move. I felt lucky, I just trusted and I had hope that one day I could get up again.
"I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME" thus said that when a woman with astonishment to see an old friend behaved… That man knew him from his early youth, studied at the same university, she knew their family and to hers. Throughout their lives they shared many things such as jobs, friends, joys and sorrows. But this woman was in an economic problem that could not solve alone so he decided to forget about it and spend years gathering the amount of money that I needed.
One afternoon by chance found the woman and the man, it had been a long time since you saw or spoke, exchanging only a few words he realized the situation of women, and without her asking him in an instant provided the tools to solve the problem of women, I doubt not, and although he was not rich did everything he could, was an act of true friendship; the woman was surprised with the speed and diligence with which the man acted… she trusted him but the nobility which showed him the man was surprising, acted as a true friend in time of trouble.
Angela, the biggest rabbit in the burrow, with hundreds of bunnies, tells Amalia the second biggest rabbit, are you happy to have had so many rabbits? You could go free in the forest, enjoy, eat and jump, free as the wind, however you have had hundreds of rabbits, who have had to feed and teach the tasks, without being able to move from here to enjoy and think about you same. The second biggest rabbit responds, I trust him, I know that for something he did this to me, I am happy to see my bunnies playing in the woods, surrounding me until I lie down on the floor of laughter and above all ... for being here all together next to you ... my older rabbit sister!
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Super Dako.
Dako a stray dog that everyone detested because he ate garbage and was always dirty. They left him in the garbage dump of the most popular neighborhood in Albi. There lived people with more money, so the owners of Dako decided to leave him very close to them, so that any noble soul would feed him since they could not. But it was not like that, Dako suffered many days alone and became malnourished little by little. Everything changed when Albert, a boy, walked with his bicycle through this dump, and saw that dog so sad. As I watched, a stranger with his face covered ran towards them, as if something was happening, as if it were a kidnapping. But as soon as he grabbed the boy, Dako intervened, confronting the kidnapper by biting his arms, causing him to move away. Albert's parents heard barks and run to the street. They see the child with the dog and they shout: "Get away from that nasty dog". Albert, enraged, tells them: "Trust him, look what he did to me, he saved me from a kidnapping, it will be my pet the rest of my life".
I TRUSTED HIM ... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME
In a great kingdom called STEEMIAN WOR, a group of warriors decided to put an end to the anarchy for which they had lived for many years. In the group of warriors there were two young brothers called Ejemai and Elisaul.
The evil kingdom was led by Kingst, who liked to buy people to have everything in their favor. During the invasion of the group of warriors, the young Ejemai disappeared, with all the pain of the world his brother Elisaul continued to fight until he could invade a large part of the kingdom of Kingst. It was there when they decided to recruit new warriors and thus be able to conquer the Kingdom.
The next morning the warriors began to spread throughout the kingdom areas, just as they had planned. Until a new army of the king, led by a masked warrior began to fight strongly against each of those who formed the rebellion. Finally he met Elisaul and they fought hard until both of them cut off their arms and legs, Elisaul managed to take off his mask and when he saw his brother behind his he told him, that your brother happened to you because you do this. Ejemai responded simply wanted the power and be part of a kingdom that gave me all the power I always dreamed.
He was the acting new head of department, he got transfered from Abuja to Lagos just to fill the position for a while, the moment I saw him I knew I was gonna like him because he was my type in everyway but I was too shy to tell him how I feel since he was my boss but lady luck smiled on me when he told me I'm pretty and would love to have my mobile number.
We started dating and he gave me everything I needed and I also in turn gave him all of me, it was going on smoothly and I was on top of the world until one black Friday when he told me he was transfered back to Abuja, I was sad but his promise to stay in contact and also work my transfer to Abuja lifted my spirit but alas I never heard from him after that then I decided to pay him a visit in Abuja where I learnt he was married with three kids. Oh! I was shattered, I went back to Lagos only to find out he had infected me with STI.
hi, this is my first entry ever.
Amanda, ever bright, cheerful and always the life of the party. She was more than meets the eye, top of her class and favoured to be the best graduating student in the faculty for the year 2016. She loved her life and had big dreams of becoming a business tycoon dealing in agricultural produces, from fish to poultry, to nuts and whatever seemed to be in season.
Her thoughts was cut short by her friend Shehu. Come, this woman shift for me let me sit down joor he said, they both laughed and she moved over. He asked her about her proposal for the agricultural farm day celebration coming up, she explained it all to him, of course he was her friend, on and on she went detailing her plans for her poultry farm to Shehu who listened with great interest, little did she know he had plans of his own.
The day for the proposal presentation came and Shehu took the stage, Amanda was ready to cheer her friend on to do his best and to her dismay he presented her plans to the board, she sat there lost, confused. How could he do this to me?
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After the death of my parents I moved in with my aunt and her husband. My sister’s husband came to my room and told me everything would be fine that I could consider his place my home. I was happy to hear those words because I had no where to go, I was glad I had a place to call my home and I wanted to consider him my father. Things went smoothly for few months but on a faithful day just as i was done in the bathroom I heard a knock at the door which I answered and it was my aunt’s husband, I asked him what he wanted and he started saying sweet words. He told me how beautiful I was and before I knew it he wanted to undo my towel which I did not like, I asked him to leave and when he refused I wanted to excuse myself only for him to push me to the bed and raped me. I was emotionally bruised and psychologically traumatized I told my aunt of the incident but she instead claimed I seduced her husband. I trusted him but look what he did to me.
Jaja and Felix had plans to build an empire in the future so they had to work for money to make it possible
They worked as brick layers first but they money they realized from it wasn't enough to feed themselves let alone build an empire so they left and worked as marketers for a firm
They worked tirelessly and earned some money but it wasn't still enough
Felix quitted because he was tired and he needed something more lucrative
Jaja continued working tirelessly, his persistence and consistency in his work helped him make much money that was enough for him to achieve his goals.
He was able to achieve his goal because he cultivated the habit of saving
I get my inspiration from Jaja as I write this story that persistence and consistency is the key word in achieving your set goal. To make an empire little efforts can't do much, but it can help. It takes tons of effort to pull it off.
So true, persistence matters, a single effort alone can't do it.
The child and the dream
A 13-year-old boy on vacation to his grandmother's field was very excited because he always visited there, played a letter with his grandfather, walked through the mountains knowing nature and embodying adventures with his cousin, The boy was a football lover sometimes He thought he was one of the professional players, He dreamed of reaching the big ones and being the best, One morning the boy where his uncle, His uncle tells him, could you please do me the favor of going to look for the cattle? Enthusiastic the boy says yes, I take the hair and together with his cousins went to look for the cattle, By the way his cousins and contubre left to run in races those beasts in the savannah the boy took a vine and reaciono doing the same In that eninces the sweaty beast running strongly avia untied the chair where the child lost control causing an accident, His cousins axified him and took him to the hospital, already taken the studies, the Dr leaves, I have a terrible news, The mother Tell me, Dr? The child suffered fracture in the left femur and his leg has to be operated,
Friends that was in real life, The boy could never touch a soccer ball because his leg was aviated become a useless thing, And that child was me ..
Thank you for this great concuerso and I loved sharing my story with you!
I use to have a close friend and a best friend for that matter back then in my secondary school days..Her name is Aminat, we were so fond of eachother and always does things together in school, we do seat next to eachother in the classroom and we go home together as well, as our house is not far from eachother..Aminat has an elder brother, his name is Malik. Each time i visit Aminat during weekends, i do meet his brother, and we chat and gist together being my best friends elder brother not knowing he has another motive towards me. One fateful day, i went on my usual visit to Amina's house but unfortunately, she has been sent on an errand, so i did not meet her at home...I meet her brother malik. He welcome me and told me to wait for my friend that she would soon be back..
But Alas, the unexpected happened that day as brother Malik as i use to call him bounce on me on the sofa i was sitting and made an attempt to rape me.. I trusted him, look what he did to me?
This is the story of my friend Juanito, he is a 10-year-old baseball player. His father Wilfredo Gomez trained him with a lot of dedication since he was very young so that his son was a great player, his father took him to practice in an organized team called "los ligaditos". The day came when wil Juanito's father went to see his son play with good expectation, Juanito was the receiver of his team where he did not prove to be the player that the father wanted, he could not control the balls and the glove came out, When the father saw him, he began to scold him and shout at him from the stands. Before finishing the game the boy was crying alone and his worried coach tells him, why are you crying? I cry because my glove is very small and when the ball hit my hand hurt a lot, that's why I did not control it and my father shouted at me and scolded me, he did not support me. The coach lent him a bigger glove and he did it well. And I shout at his father, father trust me, look what I do.
"HE SHATTERED MY HEART"
Eric was a very nice guy. Or so I thought. Well, I can’t say I’m a very nice person either so I’ll let you be the judge. Coming from a broken home, and having a chronic workaholic as a mother, I was that kind of girl that always wanted to be alone. I was very repulsive and didn’t see the need to associate. Not until I met Eric.
It was my first day as a freshman and I didn’t seem to understand what the fuss was all about. There was nothing spectacular here. Oh! Except this tall guy who had this queasy expression on his face while staring at me. We got talking; he talked less and listened more. For once I was finally getting attention.
I spent all my time with my latest obsession and with time I finally had love growing in my heart. I gave him my all; I shared my secrets, my body, my love. My world came crashing when he told me he was married back home. It wouldn’t have meant much to me, knowing how unlucky I am getting love, but I was one week pregnant.
Near the year 2005, the president, made a proposal where he would support people with intention to create microenterprises.
I worked as a Graphic Designer. I had an illusion of being able to create my own company.
I registered in the Mission of Microenterprises of the Government and followed with trial, Socialist talks and Micro-entrepreneurs. I gathered all the papers. Now ready, I present myself at the Bank with my mind full of questions and very full of emotion. When I had my turn in front of the promoter, when I greeted her, she asked my ID. I gave it to her and when I saw her writing it, I imagined that she was going to ask for my personal information. Surprisingly, he gave me my full name. Excited to believe I was in the database of the bank, she asked me ...
Impressed, and aware that it was true, I replied ...
I realized it would not be included. It was when I made the decision to migrate from the country and go to look for another opportunity outside of my land and that same day I decided to migrate to Mexico
Good and bad events have happened in my life, but I have always had the confidence in God that everything is powerful if things happen. This event is about my sister, a hard-working person, a fighter, a mother of 3 children who with effort has taken them forward. Despite having a profession I did not have a job that would guarantee a better quality of life, seeing it every day for 10 years, going out to do substitutions and collaborations to a school without any stable job option, because that's the way it is in my country. Some contact you do not get anything. I asked God to get her a job and I decided one day to leave my grief and talk to high government people who helped me intercede for her by explaining her economic, work and family situation. One day she desperate surprise came, was incorporated into a payroll of the education ministry, I do not know who was more happy if she or me. Trust him, look what he did to me!
Eliza was the woman of my life, my soul mate, she was the key piece in my puzzle, the reason why I woke up to fight every day, the love of my life. One afternoon like any other, come to work, but this time earlier. My surprise was seeing her with someone else on my couch, kissing and saying they loved each other. My soul wept, my heart broke into a thousand pieces. Pick up the guy and hit him once in the face, to discharge my hatred at that moment, then I ran them from the house and was left alone and sad. I began to read a new book that I brought with me, and it just so happened that in the title I said: "Time heals, trusts him" and he was right, today after a few months I can say that it is real, look what he did to me, he turned me in a stronger and more wise person.
My friend Aracelis was a very healthy woman but one day I noticed that her menstrual cycle was very strong, which weakened her a lot. Her children insisted that she go to her gynecologist but she always said, these days I go and the consultation must be expensive. Time passed and his children continued with the insistence until his mother heard them and went to the doctor. When I arrived at the clinic I explained what he had and I did some studies, which showed that he had to have an operation because he had fibramotosis, which caused him to lower his hemoglobin levels. She despaired of where she would get the money for such an expensive operation, she told her children and after a few days one of her children told her, mom sees the doctor and asks for the budget. I already have the money, it was thanks to God that I won a contest in this wonderful social network and that money is destined for your operation and you will already be healthy. Trust him, look what he did to me.
Victor was a young father, of good and noble feelings, very protective and deeply loved his family. All he earned from his work was for his wife, his mother, and his four children. Victor had an incurable illness, but neither he nor his family knew it.
His wife Felicia was pregnant and a good mother, but of a strong character, she punished her children every time they did something that she considered was wrong.
Victor's first-born daughter, Fiorella, was a quiet child, 8 years old, like every child her age, she liked to play, sing, dance and sometimes played jumping rope. One day Fiorella while playing, lost a gold tendril that had been given to her for her birthday and knowing what was waiting for her with her mother, she began to cry and nervous and trembling she went to her father to help her, between the two they looked for the tendril until they found it.
Two months later, Víctor died, and two months later Felicia gave birth to her fifth son, whom Victor named in honor of her late husband.
After staying in a stall for about an hour, Chichi decide to go into the rain, hoping to get home and change the wet cloth to stay dry. She had called Anthony (fiancee) earlier that she would stay back at the office because of the rain, He (Anthony) promised to prepare something warm for her. The downpour almost stopped, there was a knock on the door, Anthony rushed to the door, it was Chichi at the door. Both happily hugged and kissed. She changed her clothes, Anthony served her warm coffee. There love was wonderful, after dinner Anthony was busy playing games on his android phone, chichi playfully get the phone and continued the game. A couple of minutes later a text message entered into the phone and chichi read the message from the notification bar, it reads thus " Hi, Anthony I can never abort this pregna......"
She was curious and called out to Anthony, she insisted to read it till the end and he couldn't deny the text message. That says.... ncy, I can't risk my life for abortion "
She wept and mustered I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
"I trusted him, and look at what he did to me!"
I take a look around the place. Yep, he certainly cleaned her out. Her apartment looks pretty bare without the high def flatscreen T.V. or the stereo system or the computer station complete with recording equipment. And she's just slumped over on the floor, surrounded by piles of receipts and transaction records, her mom's phone in her hand because he even stole that.
She paws listlessly at the receipts on the floor. "The bank's assessing the damage. Meanwhile my accounts are locked." She looks up at me with tearfully brimming eyes, and I have to remind myself: this isn't about me. And when she asks she doesn't use any of her usual tricks - the coy innocent look, the squeaky high voice. She doesn't show any leg or tell me it's my chance to prove myself to her or any of the other countless ways she's used me in the past.
“Will you help me?”
Her eyes widen when I step forward and pull out the gun. Crouching down, I set it on the floor, along with a piece of paper. His current address.
This isn't about me.
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Truth be told. I have a thing for ''trust'' and most especially when it comes to guys.
I barely trust people, and that have been my lifestyle for quite a while, but then when i met you i have no idea what you infused in me that made me to change my ''not trust'' lifestyle. And am the one going in pains now.
My friends warned me about him, but i gave them deaf ears, even my sister warned me to but i ignored all. Only thing on my mind is just you, probably i thought you'd be different but then again i got pranked. Now look what your handsome, attractive height, dimples, have done to me. My whole life is now a joke because of, I curse the day you were born.
I usually love the contest, it gives an opportunity to be better in writing..will do well to send my entry.
I am in, like this!
Please when is the entry for this closing
"I am really sorry about last night." Alex pleaded, with sad countenance.
"You always say that, but this is the 7th time that you will repeat this, not counting the number of times you did, during courtship." Cassy Blurted.
"I said I am sorry, It won't ever happen again." Said Alex, finally.
Exactly a week after, Cassy got delayed in traffic, and amidst fear of not getting home in time, before her husband, she left her car, carefully parked and in the care of some security guards, she took a bike home.
She got home, opened the door, and suddenly, she found herself on the floor. Still trying to catch her breath, she received a heavy kick, right in her tummy. As she clutched to her tummy, all she could see was blood dripping.
He left her in the pool of her own blood, and their neighbour came to her rescue, as usual.
The good news Cassy wanted to share about the pregnancy that day, all turned sour, as she nursed her broken jaw, and the lost baby.
With tears, and her neighbour beside her, all she could mutter were: "I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME."
HERE IS MY ENTRY!
I TRUSTED HIM....LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME!
One evening at the office when everyone has left, I had a backlog of assignment to take care of. I don't like been queried by my Boss for not completing task assigned to me. Scrolling through the pages of my computer and writing out she[Clara] came from no where again with her usual flirting, this time with the top button of her shirt pulled off showing the those two beautiful temples. I was so distracted and pleaded if we can talk about it later but she won't listen but pushing herself on me with intensity asking if I can't see what am about to miss.
Me: 'please, remember we still in the office'
Clara: 'no one is here and I cant wait anymore, hold me please'.
Before I could realize,It happened. Clara is my direct boss and after that day she keeps making advances to so that we could do it again. My fear was that fact that she wanted it right there in the office because she claims its more fun and adventurous.
I confided in Kunle, my closest friend in the office who also had once been a prey to Madam Clara but unaware to me. I asked for his counsel on how to deal with madam Clara' advances and He promised to keep it secret. Kunle confronted madam Clara, asking her to stay away from me and now I am the talk of the office as my Job is a stake. why would Kunle betray my trust?
House of Hell
She stared at the rainwater pounding on glass window. It was dark out there, liked her future.
It was 9 pm. Yes, he was coming soon. He was a man who could not be denied. A man with a hard fist. She already felt his fingers slapping her cheek dan pulling her hair.
He was not the man she knew. He used to be a friendly father who stroked her hair while telling stories about Cinderella and Pinocchio. Sometimes Cinderella met Pinocchio then lived forever in King Arthur's castle. He used to escort her to school every morning and pick her up every afternoon.
But this man was not the man she knew. A month ago he took her to this house. He said he wanted to show her birthday present. She never wanted the gift. That night became a hell. He raped her many times.
It was 9 and he was about to arrive. She had prepared a present for him. A gift he would never forget. For a week she'd been sharpening some nails in the barn. The nails were long and rusty.
In five minutes, he would knock on the door.
People say Hell is all fire and smoke. It’s not. It’s the coldest place in the universe, nothing but mountains and tundra and glaciers with cracks that’ll consume you for a thousand years.
I climbed a mountain, running from those flesh eating monsters. A storm shot icicles the size of an arm. I hid in a cave and found I wasn’t alone. We fought, tumbled, bit and tore at one another. The man called me a “cracker ass, raw chicken mother fucker.”
I laughed. The fight stopped. Raw chicken. Only one person in my life called white people that. “Scotty?” I asked. “How the hell are ya?”
“Trey? The fuck...Trey?”
“Yeah.” I told him how I thought I died. “Back of the head. Julie, I think. Same as you, I guess.”
Scotty spat. “You think Julie shot you? She loved you, man. She killed for you. It was Luis, you idiot. He hated you.”
“What?” I waved my hands in the air. “That’s bullshit. Luis was like a father to me.”
“I trusted him, and look what he did to me,” Scotty said. “I saw him, before he did it.”
The cave grew silent. The winds roared outside.
My best friend was once a tree, a tall spruce, blue, prickled and standing defiantly, straining against the pull of the earth.
During the summer of drought, when I was six, the sun beat down upon us without mercy, without respite. It burned our crops and dried our wells, but my best friend, the tree, gave me shade each day.
During the summer of wind, when I was seven, the wind tore at its branches. Some broke free, but still it stood, defiantly against the pull of earth. I stood aside his trunk, hiding from the worst gusts. Again my tree protected me.
During the summer of rain, when I was eight, he stood drooping but determined, defying the ground as he waited for the sun to dry his branches. I sat at the base of his trunk suffering drips but not the downpour.
And in this rain he whispered, encouraged me up. I climbed from branch to branch, defying gravity and straining toward the sun. But my foot slipped on a wet branch and I fell, hitting earth with a painful thud.
I no longer listen to the tree. I trusted him... look what he did to me.
I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
After selflessly donating one of my kidneys to my boss and hoped for a promotion, yet he fired me for misconduct.
It's three in the morning and I just had a horrible dream that has left me terrified .. You see, I have three years of courtship with Alan, this week we talked about further progress in our relationship and move in together. I was really excited about the idea, but now I'm not so sure. In my dream I saw how he became all that hate, rude, manipulative lout and others, I saw several times where he would even raise a hand, distressed by this situation had decided to flee to my friend's house, but Alán me I went down there and begged me back to him saying that things would change when he believed and was about to leave with him my friend told me: "trust him ... look what you made me" and rose blouse showing me a big wound in his abdomen. Right at that moment I woke up. I have always been very superstitious with my dreams, I am so confused and scared, I dare not tell Alan that I will not move with him just because of my dream, but I can not pretend that nothing happened either.
Trust him ... look what he did to me
He was a normal young man his name is Damian had a happy family, professional, but one day in a ball game he suffered a faint his girlfriend Carolina who accompanied him took him immediately to the doctor, lately he was suffering from weakness, pain, and dizziness and not he had said nothing to anyone, the doctor performed the tests for his misfortune he was diagnosed with a very serious illness, this worried him a lot and his family also went into a deep depression and did not want to leave his house or comply with his treatment , I did not want anything he said so that if I'm still going to die, Damian did not believe in God until a moment of brokenness in silence asked God to heal. The next day Damian had a change of attitude began to meet his treatment and was allowed to visit after a few months the doctors could not believe his illness had receded. Damian was happy because he had done it, and because of the trust he placed in God, he received his miracle.
Trust him, look what he did to me.
They are two brothers who are studying in the university their parents are separated and they live with their mother, in a humble house.
Ronardo and Leonel are discussing, Leonel his brother ronaldo who does not want to study because in the end it will not be worth anything if they can not continue paying their studies and Ronaldo tells him to trust our father, that he will do it.
At the end of the course they decide to continue their studies as they have always done and their father Alfredo pays their university to both of them and they manage to graduate with all the merits.
trust in him ... look what he did to me
There were two friends who went down the mountain, they walk inside the mountain, one of them goes ahead and climbs, and a big rock falls on his leg, getting trapped.
The other friend tries to help him by removing the stone but can not, then decides that the only way to help him is to go and get help.
Then he is left alone and it starts to rain and he starts to raise the water where it was until he reaches the neck, but he never stopped trusting his friend who would help him.
When he almost gives up his friend arrives in heli-boot and rescues him.
THE COURT OF PEDRO'S HAIR
Source : https://www.google.co.ve/search?q=foto+cortando+pelo
PEDRO a very refined person took care of his appearance and as every month he went to the barbershop of his friend MIGUEL to cut his hair.
MIGUEL, was your trusted hairdresser. But when I arrived at the hairdresser and did not see him, I asked the new hairdresser where MIGUEL was. He told her that he had resigned and left the country.
Pedro, distrustful, decided to cut his hair with JAVIER, the new hairdresser, when he finished cutting his hair, PEDRO examined his court in the mirror and was not satisfied, because I consider it a disaster. He was angry, when he suddenly saw in the mirror that MIGUEL was coming to the barbershop. Immediately he stopped and went to him.
AND PEDRO said to him: MIGUEL, You were not that I had resigned and you had left the country.
-MIGUEL responds-No- looking angry at hairdresser JAVIER.
PEDRO, annoyed, said pointing to JAVIER. I let him cut my hair, because he told me that you would not come anymore if you had left. You trust him ... look what he did to me. I hurt all my hair.