Stephen Johansson
Bio
Eternal entrepreneur. Positive thinker. Words in Huffington Post | Health and Fitness Travel | Men’s Fitness
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Stories (16/0)
The Awakened Time Traveller
“Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Tell me, you feel it.” My body slowly disappeared from view, Hannah’s hand, holding mine, dissolved before my eyes. The long white down feathers of the dreamcatcher danced as the prism of light sped through its centre.
By Stephen Johansson 2 years ago in Fiction
Men's Lives Matter
It started brilliantly. It all seemed to be going well . Our new site generated immediate profit, there were new contracts on offer to expand and our turnover was pushing £70,000 a month. Conservative projections would see us tip over £200,000 per month within Q4 of 2019. We were expanding rapidly. We were onto something.
By Stephen Johansson 3 years ago in Longevity
The Joy of Turning My Vision Into a Reality
I was a personal trainer for 20 years. I was lucky enough to have graced Hollywood, experienced international travel and enjoyed a successful career. But, like anything in life, things got stale. I wanted more and I wanted a change. I wasn’t using my creativity anymore, I was just going through the motions.
By Stephen Johansson 3 years ago in Motivation
You Had Me At Merlot
The coffee cup felt cold in my hand. The residue of powdered chocolate and frothed milk smirked at me. Yet another no show. Modern dating has become so disposable, so soulless and so unpredictable. I didn’t look at moments like this as being ‘stood up’, more like a brush with ill fate. I glanced at Bonnie’s profile one more time before deleting our only means of communication. A guy can’t even get a gal’s number these days.
By Stephen Johansson 3 years ago in Humans
Tokyo
The key turned slowly. My hand was moist. The key slipped a little. I took a deep breath. I was careful not to drop the tightly packed brown paper bags of organic food I’d just carried three blocks and seventeen flights of stairs. We paid top dollar for a penthouse in central Tokyo, yet today of all days the elevator decides to stop. I could feel my shirt sticking to me, my hair was soaked. The humidity was higher than the midday sun.
By Stephen Johansson 3 years ago in Humans
Beppe
I awoke to the sound of many footsteps down the corridor outside my room. As my eyes came into focus, my brain attempted to process the unusual number of feet in our house. My heart kicked into action before my brain. It thumped against my chest and propelled me up onto my feet.
By Stephen Johansson 3 years ago in Families