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I run my fingers through my long brown hair as I stand in the middle of my motel room, my eyes wandering slowly over my surroundings, as my brain tries to register whether this room was worth the price or not. Across from me, in the middle of the room, pressed against the eggshell colored walls sits what looks to be a king-sized bed with four overstuffed pillows under a once brightly...
Added 24 Jul 2014 | Category Love Stories
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After an hour and a half of driving, the tour bus finally pulls into a parking lot of a simple motel. The walls are yellowing, indicating age and the doors to the rooms have rustic looking numbers nailed harshly to them. I sigh as I look at the motel in front of us, silently wishing there is a better option, but the nearest hotel is three hours away, and motels are cheaper. "Okay!...
Added 23 Jul 2014 | Category Love Stories
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My eyes strain away from Luke's captivating green stare when I hear the door of the bus open, followed by laughter and cursing. "Eli! You're terrible, that poor waitress didn't know what to do with you!" Jeremy says through his hysterical laughter. I let out a small giggle as I shake my head, thinking how Eli has been like a little boy in a candy store ever since Withering Transit...
Added 01 Jul 2014 | Category Love Stories
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"No turning back," I whisper as the front of the bus comes into view. I wrap my arms around my waist cautiously as I approach, a frown forming on my lips as I see red and blue lights glisten on the side of the bus. "They didn't," I say in disbelief. But sure enough, two police cars are positioned behind the bus with three different officers surrounding the bus. "There she is!" I hear...
Added 03 Jun 2014 | Category Love Stories
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What's wrong with me? I ask myself as I attempt to open my eyes and lift my arms for the umpteenth time. I can't move... it's like I'm completely paralyzed. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and land on the corner of my mouth, followed by a cold sensation landing on my forehead. "Gracie, it's time for you to wake up," I hear Chandler whisper, his breath warm against my ear. I swallow...
Added 01 Jun 2014 | Category Love Stories
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