Theodore Dembowski
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The Dreamer: Chapter 7
Marcus scanned the room for his friends at their usual table. The cafeteria is one of those that have long tables lined up in rows. There are five rows of two tables each. At each table there are twenty round stools attached to it so you can not move them. Marcus, Jonathan, and Jeff always ate lunch together. After the day he was having, Marcus just wanted to relax with his buddies. Marcus walked over to the table and smiled genuinely to see that Jeff and Jonathan were waiting for him. As he sat down he thought to himself, ‘Life will be so much different if I can not stop the accident.’
By Theodore Dembowski3 years ago in Futurism
The Dreamer: Chapter 6
Onward to History class Marcus went. The last class before he got to finally eat lunch. His stomach made a slight noise that sounded like a low gurgle as he noticed that he was hungry. All the commotion of his day so far had caused him to work up an appetite. History class wasn’t too far away, and Marcus really didn’t mind it. The teacher was a great older man who never really gave much homework, other than the occasional current event. Some said that he only gave those mundane assignments so he would not get into trouble. Otherwise history class was more about reading in class and discussing the reading. Not much unlike English class, but with real events as the topic of discussion, not made up ones like in the books they read for Mr. Dogwood.
By Theodore Dembowski3 years ago in Futurism
Daydreaming of Eternity
I sit in my chair reading her text messages. Is it butterflies? Is it hunger? I am not sure. I met her on a dating app and she seems amazing. I am actually a little nervous to meet her. What if she doesn’t like me? What if meeting me ruins what we have built so far?
By Theodore Dembowski3 years ago in Humans
The Dreamer: Chapter 5
The next class was science. Usually science was boring, but today was different. The teacher was talking about genetics and how all of your traits come from your genes. This interested Marc very much because of his ability. I wonder if anyone else in my family can see the future, he thought. Do they know they are going to die?
By Theodore Dembowski3 years ago in Futurism
The Second, First Date
I was wearing my white dress, with the little pink flowers on it and puffy sleeves as I stood in the restroom at Charlie’s Bar and Grill, observing myself for the tenth time since getting ready. My date would be arriving in 15 minutes, so I wanted to make sure I looked perfect one last time. Touching my scar below my left eye, I wondered if I put enough makeup on to cover up the flaw. ‘Would he notice?’ Taking a deep breath, I gathered my new white Coach clutch off of the counter next to me. “You got this,” I whispered.
By Theodore Dembowski3 years ago in Humans