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The man in the mirror Who’s looking at you He’s wanting to change To start life anew Once life was easy He learned and he played He went off to college His ticket was paid Somehow or another Things went so wrong Never meant it to happen But he knew all along The things that you do The things that you say Can push the people You love far away He just can’t keep going This way anymore Mistakes that he’s made Have become suc...

Affliction

Im clean and making changes for a better life.

A million dollar smile for you,Not a dollar to my name,Looking back it's obvious,I'm the only one to blame,I'm proud to say i's sober now, I have been for three weeks,You will never see my pain,Or the tears stream down my cheeks,I'm sorry to the ones I love,For they have hurt the worst,I realize now my souls been lost,My life was never cursed,Looking back so I can see,Exactly where I've been,Promising myself my life,Won't...

At a crossroads

Scarlett finds herself at a crossroads

Scarlett had gotten off early from the diner she worked at as a waitress. She was glad to get off work early to surprise her husband. Things had not been good between them for a while now. Rick had lost his job a year ago and had started drinking again. Drinking wasn’t the only habit that had come back. Three years earlier he had been abusive. He had been so abusive Scarlett had miscarried in her fifth month. She didn’t t...

Choices we make

Why do some choices have such epic consequences?

Choices We Make Why do some choices have such epic consequences?We all make choices. Everybody does. Should we eat now? Should we sleep now? Choices are a mandatory part of life, but it is never easy to know what it might cause...24 years ago "Nick! Come on wake up! We better go 'fore we're late for the movie." " Sure give me a minute!" I tossed and turned in bed, closing my eyes for barely a second. After all, what is th...

One Heart Missing

Choosing lust and finding love

There isn’t a place I haven’t been, Or a place I wouldn’t go. There isn’t a path I’ve never taken, I chased my dreams both high and low. I thought I knew each journey chosen, Each fantasy I sought to explore. Lines were crossed so many times, Rules were broken and signs ignored. I lived and loved each moment chosen, Not thinking about the pain or cost. The plans and schemes I put in place, Didn’t account for my future los...

CK's Thoughts

Live, love and let live.

It amazes me that we all seem to be looking for the same things in our lives.To be accepted by others for who and what we are. Yet I read some of the work and the comments here. Things that rings loud as I read, disturb me sometimes. Being a live and let live person, who is far from perfect myself,I have to ask, what makes another criticize or condemn someone else, for petty things or choices they make? Choices belong to...

Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 02, Hot Fries and Cold Beer

Cruising and talking about life, two women, and one mixed-up guy.

He’d left the dance early, needing to be alone, to think, to sort out his emotions. Then he got hungry. The one place still open was the all-night, Hilltop Café Motel and Truck Stop.With the country club dance still going on, the over air-conditioned, neon lighted café seemed empty. A few couples were sitting in the back booths. None looked familiar. Out-of-town kids, he guessed. A lot of them would have stopped in after...

Emptiness

Coming to grip with reality...a choice is made.

The day I told him I could die, I felt so empty inside The joy and happiness we shared burned to ashes in our mind. How can life make us decide... to live? Or to die. Fate is cruel and destiny warped, the beginning of our adventure seemed like ages ago. When he proudly blog and shared our little bit of joy. Dates posted, pictures showed our little bundle would come with the snow. With summer came heat and worry, but our h...

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Journey of Life

Something we all have to do eventually.

The journey of life, we all must take.Paths to choose, decisions to make. Some reside on earth a very long time.Some only a short period spent sublime. Struggles many have, as they travel along.Happy at times, whistling or singing a song. Sad at times, not knowing what will come.Each step taken, to the beat of their drum. Needing to see what's around the next bend.Maybe bumping into an old or a new friend. No matter what...

Chosen Occupation

Choosing what you want to do through your working life.

I think it is a good thing that for my life's profession, I never chose to became a chef. I would have specialized in desserts. Cakes, doughnuts, pies, delicious puddings, custards and cheesecakes. Topped with Ice Cream, decadent sauces, or whipped cream. Fancy lavish dishes loaded with way too many unhealthy calories and fats. Just sampling them through my work day, would really have increased my waist size. Over time I...

I walk into the garden of the small chapel by the old school hesitantly. How long has it been since the last time I was here? After mentally counting the years, I figure out that it was almost twelve years. As I take a few steps towards the door, I can feel my heart beat racing. I push the door and find myself inside. I look around me. Twelve years and nothing has changed; the pale blue walls, the tiles, the wooden benche...

i was stuck between two roads one road was rugged, bumpy tree's dead  laying across  but at the end  stood a house  Beautiful with an abundance of flowers The other road was smooth and calm tree's healthy, tall and just like the other the house at the end was Beautiful with an abundance of flowers  I starred down the second road  but my feet walked the other  and for some reason once I couldn't see  the second road  I nev...

The Dark

just some thoughts

A friend of mine once asked “How come everything you write is so dark?” I said they weren’t completely dark, you just had to see the light between the words. Which is true in all writing. There is intent and there is interpretation. What did I mean? What did you read? We spend our whole lives relying on pitch and tone of voice. Body language. Eye movement. The emotion of the moment. The physical presentation of a thought...