“Welcome back to the world of living beings sweetie,” the voice said. Who’s sweetie here? I had the DNR orders on the necklace tag and in my breast pocket. I had non-operable C so what is this effing resuscitation?

So Dad is a man’s man, the drill instructor of the training center, sure not a personification of empathy. Will he cope with his troubled kid? And how?

The Bliss

Chapter 2
“Definitely not your color”

Being an outstanding cheerleader isn't enough. Others expect more than this. Andy gets to know that being right isn’t always right.

This story is in three parts, it's completed and chapters will be posted once a week.
My thanks to Amanda Lynn for proofreading and helpful suggestions.

The Bliss

 
Chapter 1
“Cry Baby”

We get to know the youngest offspring of the all-yogi family – Ananda, Andy for friends and family. In this chapter he tried out for the track and field team but ended up as a cheerleader flyer. And he was happy about it, at least to the end of the summer.

This story is in three parts, it's completed and chapters will be posted once a week.
My thanks to Amanda Lynn for proofreading and helpful suggestions.

Dan was at home alone. He was twelve and a half year old. It was the age when the half year still counted. He was sure it counted. Dan had planned this day long before and he had prepared everything for today to pass smoothly.

The ending part of the ongoing story that started almost three years ago. There were some inquires for that first story, The Waltz, to be continued. I was stuck somwhere in the middle and couldn't find an acceptable continuation untill now.

The real wish

by Monica Rose and QModo

Life’s good when you know what wish to wish.

Maybe I’m simply like underdeveloped. I can be a little bigger and I can have a little more muscles but I don’t am so big and I don’t have those muscles and I’m more dancer than a jock.

Here I saw her. I didn’t see her before ever. I was starring at her a couple of minutes and only then understood why she was looking so special – she was bald.

What I’m writing down now is neither a diary nor a journal. I write it for myself, for my possible references in the future. If someone reads this has to know doing it against my will.

There are key moments in everyone’s life that determine their future. They lie in one’s memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only ‘bout my memories ‘cause only I and nobody else can know what moments are really key moments.