Faith M Adam
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The Agreeable Little Turtle
It was a very chaotic time. I know in that book you all read, they cover it in about 8 or 9 paragraphs. But the truth is, the first six days of creation took forever. There was a lot of standing in line for hours only to find the clerk was going on their lunch break. There was endless paperwork; they really hadn’t perfected the pen yet, and the invention of white-out was years away. You can imagine the problems that arose, especially in the Department of Evolution. They were severely understaffed. The complaint box was overflowing. Morale was pretty low, and a lot of angels were beginning to question God’s plan. God said it would be filled with delightful creatures they could play with, but so far, there was nothing delightful about these loud, smelly…things. In fact, most of them were quite demanding, and a few were downright rude.
By Faith M Adam9 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge
It's Just How Things Have To BeRunner-Up in Microfiction Magic Challenge
Yesterday, I watched a time-lapse video of a sunset. I’ve seen so many real sunsets. The sun sinks farther and farther behind the horizon until it’s gone. Its light lingers for a bit, then fades to night. The video, for some reason- the angle, maybe- made it easier to see the truth, which is, of course, that the sun doesn’t leave us. We’re the ones who turn away, knowing life will be dark and cold without it, but we do it anyway because that's just how it has to be. And here I was blaming the sun all this time.
By Faith M Adam12 months ago in Fiction
Diamonds are forever
Susan sat on the subway bench squeezed between two large people. They weren’t overweight, just tall, overall bigger than average. Susan was tall too, but slight and wispy, kind of like a birch tree. One small birch tree wedged between two big oaks. She accidentally looked directly at the man sitting across from her and quickly darted her eyes elsewhere. He saw her. Dammit. On the New York City subway, one does not look people in the eye. One certainly doesn’t speak to anyone unless asking for directions. Directions are allowed, but only if you don't live there. Sometimes, Susan does not pay attention to these rules.
By Faith M Adam3 years ago in Humans
A Picture is Worth 1000 words
Jim cursed under his breath as he weaved around groups people aimlessly clumped together, staring up at the skyscraper that loomed above them. He doesn't usually get so worked up. He doesn't mind tourists the way a lot of his coworkers seemed to. He actually enjoys watching people who've never been to the city see all the "tourist" stuff for the first time. The sense of awe and appreciation they have for the things he's been taking for granted his whole life remind him of how lucky he is to have grown up in the city. What he did mind was working near the Empire State Building, and-- now that he was late-- the amount of ducking and dodging it took to make it to the building's front door.
By Faith M Adam3 years ago in Humans
Time
I watched her hypnotize my coworkers, each of them listening intently as she handed out assignments. They were simple tasks, like dinner was to be outside her door at 6PM sharp, and warm towels at 9AM. Simple, but she said each as if it were gravely important, accentuating it with a large tip and a promise of more. She went through everyone on shift, except me. I had come in late and was hanging back, observing the commotion at the front desk.
By Faith M Adam3 years ago in Humans