Once breakfast was over, they transitioned to the living room with notebooks and laptops in hand. Bella nestled into the couch with a pen at-the-ready above her notebook. "Regarding the blog section featuring story-filled photographs—what's your plan for organizing it?"After considering it, Rafael concurred, "It would be wise to classify them based on their respective themes like nature, architecture and people. It will help readers navigate effortlessly."Bella nodded and started taking notes. "That's a good idea," she said, "we can add some personal stories to each category to make it more relatable."With enthusiasm gleaming in his eyes, Rafael grinned. "This is great news! Stories are always well-received and would certainly bring more richness to our work."For the succeeding hours, they collaboratively brainstormed and interlaced their thoughts effortlessly. Their discussions were punctuated with humor as they resonated on each other's suggestions, creating a room bursting with
As Bella slowly stirred awake, the curtains allowed a warm glow from the sun to emanate throughout her room. Memories of yesterday's events still illuminated in her mind with excitement and joy, fueling an eagerness for new adventures and discoveries that today will bring forth.Rafael had already risen and was seated at the petite kitchen table, enjoying his coffee as he perused their brainstorming notes. His constant presence provided solace amidst the frenzied wave of inventiveness they were immersed in. Bella joined him shortly after, pouring herself a steaming cup of coffee while relishing the intoxicating fragrance wafting around her.Together in comfortable silence, they absorbed themselves in their contemplations while maintaining a subtle bond of comprehension. As the dwelling brimmed with soft commotion, they readied for the upcoming hours. Enthusiasm sparked as they discussed venturing into unknown quarters to gather fresh ideas and narratives for their expanding creation.
Bella woke up to the gentle glow of the morning sun that filtered through her curtains. She still felt energized from their incredible journey, and she could feel it coursing in her veins. Rafael stirred beside her, slowly opening his eyes to meet hers."Mornin'," he whispered, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth.She replied "Morning," and felt the warmth of his gaze.They enjoyed the cozy moment before their anticipation stirred them out of bed to seize the day. While eating breakfast, they examined their brainstorming notes with fervor, prepared to delve into the subsequent chapter of their project."Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Rafael suggested that we turn our attention to reaching out to people for interviews today. He emphasized the abundance of potential stories waiting to be uncovered."Excitement bubbled within Bella as she nodded, her thoughts whirling with myriad possibilities. "I can't wait to hear their voices and get a first-hand account of their experiences,
With the air feeling crisp, Bella and Rafael headed out for their very first interview as the city was slowly stirring to life. People were starting their day by gradually occupying the streets. There seemed to be an excitement in the atmosphere that bordered on expectation- hinting at unknown discoveries and unanticipated connections yet to come!Tucked away in an enchanting neighborhood was a petite pottery studio. This is where they were headed, eager to visit the haven of Elena's handiwork - she was a skilled ceramic artist whose creations had captivated them before. Her designs were celebrated for their innovative approach that masterfully married classic methods with contemporary aesthetics.Upon their arrival at the studio, Bella experienced a rush of anticipation. It signified the start of an innovative phase in their project - a crucial step towards interlacing and unifying different narratives within the community.With a sincere and inviting smile, Elena warmly welcomed the
CHAPTER ONE"I guess I'll see you later bro…" Anthony waved at Atlas as he exited the building of the factory he worked in."Yeah, later man." Atlas waved back at his colleague and friend without looking at him. After the day's work he was too exhausted to move anywhere but straight ahead.Atlas lets out a sigh of relief as soon as the outside breeze enveloped him, glad that he was finally away from all that toxic chemical in the factory.The only good thing about work these days was when Atlas got to go back home to his wife and sleep. Usually he would be on his way to his second job where he worked as a waste carrier by now but it was his day off and as much as he had pleaded with his boss to let him take up extra shifts today, he had vehemently refused, saying that he was taking too much space here and that he wasn't the only one that needed money.It would have been funny if it wasn't completely true. Atlas was in fact always there, picking up extra shifts every chance he
Confused, Atlas had walked up to her and she had glanced up at him, a distressed look on her face."Everything okay?" He had asked her against his better judgment. He knew well enough to never speak to the popular crowd except spoken to by then but he couldn't just ignore her."No, my car… it won't start." She had pointed at thel herb car.Her soft but clear voice had done something to him that day but he had refused to acknowledge it at that time. "I have tried reaching my dad but he's not picking up and the stupid thing won't start no matter how much I try." She had whined, almost at the verge of tears."Oh, I can take a look at it for you." Ii had shrugged.She had looked at him with so much appreciation in her eyes that he had been ready to do anything for her in that moment. The truth was that he had always had a little crush on her. Hell, every red blooded male and even female in and outside school had had a crush on her. She was the definition of soft and feminine beauty mix
Atlas stared at the document, unable to believe what he was reading. This couldn't be real! He thought. There was no way this was real. He re-read the document again, his hands shaking in the process and he hadn't been mistaken. These were divorce papers and Jessica had filed for it."You are home early."Jessica's voice took him by surprise.He glanced up to find her staring at him, a resigned look on her face.She was holding a laundry basket in one hand with only a few clothes in it."What is the meaning this?" Atlas asked, his voice strained as he put up the divorce papers for her to see.Jessica let out a sigh and dropped the basket of clothes close to the entrance of the kitchen."They are divorce papers, Atlas, isn't it obvious from what you read.""I don't understand…" Atlas confessed."Is this some kind of a joke? One of your silly pranks?" He said as he took a step closer to her.Jessica was known for playing random pranks on him but they were usually funny, this however
Why was Jessica breaking Jim like this? Why on earth was this happening? How on earth had he let it happen? These were the thoughts that plagued his mind as he tried to make sense of the situation.The more he looked into Jessica's eyes, the more he realized just how far gone she was. The spark that used to be in her eyes whenever she was with him was no longer there and it was all because of that stupid man. He felt humiliated in his own home. Jessica had brought in another man into their home and possibly bed.He hated to admit it but it was what it looked like. The strange man had not only been half naked but he'd also been staring at her as if he wanted to devour her right there and there but was restraining himself.He wanted to kill him,wanted to beat the man to a bloody pulp for daring to touch his wife in his presence. "Is that why you've been so distant lately? Why you barely want to cuddle or be around me?" He asked. He was aware of how pathetic he sounded but he didn't