Laura Buonpastore
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Stories (8/0)
The Train Cart
Noah threw himself down in the booth. It was late, like it always was when he finally got around to making it in. He avoided the diner during the day, preferring the anonymity that came with the night crowd. The diner was a second home to Noah, had been his whole life. And a lot of ways a refuge when he needed it. Currently his actual home was a disaster. The renovations taking a permanent back seat while he focused on actual paid projects.
By Laura Buonpastore3 years ago in Fiction
Mixed Priorities
We’ve all had shower thoughts. You know, those bright balls of epiphanic thought that burst into clarity for you while you’re otherwise preoccupied? I have a few favorites from some online gurus like ‘Aliens invaded the Moon on July 20th, 1969,’ Or ‘Somewhere in the world, there is somebody with your dream job that hates going to work every day.’ There is some real thinkers out there and in my free time I scooped up those bad boys like candy.
By Laura Buonpastore3 years ago in Fiction
Fight or Flight or Freeze
The rations line was started to get restless. People had been lined up for hours waiting for their daily allotment of bread and cheese. Maggie looked across to the well. Drawn haggard faces looked back at her. Cheek and rib bones visible on the barely clothed children. Emaciated adults swaying in place, the dehydration and desperation their last tethers to the earth.
By Laura Buonpastore3 years ago in Futurism
Dancing with Dinosaurs
Have you ever sat back and wondered what life was like 100 years ago? 200? Perhaps a millennium? Four? Did you ever ask yourself hey, I really wish I could have met a dinosaur? Or perhaps a creature so unique it has ten eyes, an outer shell, and most closely related to a spider?
By Laura Buonpastore3 years ago in Earth
The War Hero's Cat
The story I’m about to tell is not mine. But rather my husbands’ who is a proud and quiet man. I don’t mean quiet in the literal sense. He’s one of the few people I know who can wax lyrical at the drop of a hat and has an anecdote for every for every situation. I mean quiet about himself personally. To really know the man is rare, and it’s a gift. To know what makes him tick, his passions, desires, dislikes. He’s the kind of guy everyone and no one is friends with.
By Laura Buonpastore3 years ago in Petlife
Dream Date
Let me tell you something, dating in your thirties blows. Sure, sure, thirty is the new twenty and pink is the new black and what not. But if we’re being honest here finding a man in your thirties is like finding a decent pumpkin on Halloween morning. Yeah, the shelves might have one or two that are seemingly free of rot. But at closer look you find just beneath that pretty, fleshy, surface is an inside writhing with decay.
By Laura Buonpastore3 years ago in Humans