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Λβ*Β°β’.Λβ*Β°β’ Time is our most valuable asset. Thank you for spending some of your time with me! β’Β°*βΛ.β’Β°*βΛ
Stories (46/0)
Distraction -- Caffeinated
Daylight turning into night, Iβm in a state of panic, my paperβs due by 8 a.m., I need those beans of magiC I feel my energy begin to wane, and the very thought of, this looming morning deadline calls for a cup of javA
By ππ πππ¨ππ€ππ¨π§11 months ago in Poets
The Heist of a Lifetime
βYou know what they say about the best laid plans,β the old gentleman muttered, almost under his breath, his head drawn down between his hands and his shoulders trembling as he choked back tears. βIt was the heist of a lifetime!β
By ππ πππ¨ππ€ππ¨π§11 months ago in Fiction
"The Last Five Seconds"
Searching for answers has always been at the forefront of my mind. As a boy, I played with spaceships, looking to the stars for answers. I played with dinosaurs, asking God why the beginning began. Now, despite the wishes of my well-intentioned wife, I work 72 hours at a research facility in downtown Chicago. Before last Tuesday, the Chicago Facility of Cosmology had stayed out of the media. Our recent findings changed this, however. Now, the media canβt get enough of me nor my colleagues.
By ππ πππ¨ππ€ππ¨π§3 years ago in Fiction
"A RETURN HOME"
September 12, 2027: Dear Diary, I have been mulling over in my mind what to write. I tried to think of something witty or clever to open, but I am finding it incredibly difficult to be creative with all that has been happening. Yesterday was my 16th birthday, and I appreciate all that Dad did to make my birthday seem at least somewhat normal β but nothing has been normal since even before Mom disappeared last year. At times, it seems like an eternity since I last saw her, and sometimes, it feels like only yesterday. Dad figures it will do me good to have a place to express my feelings and βdeal with my griefβ. I know he too is suffering, but he just does not understand me, and nothing can ever heal this hole in my heart. Still, I am thankful for this diary and especially for the necklace. It is a delicate gold chain with a large, heart-shaped locket. Dad says the locket was Momβs, a gift he gave her when they were dating. I will never take the necklace off β ever! I miss you, Mom. I promise to write more soon! β Rebecca
By ππ πππ¨ππ€ππ¨π§3 years ago in Fiction
