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Invisible
There's something very appealing about libraries. No matter if it's inside a university campus, downtown or across the country, they're some sort of similar space where imposed peace and common goals are met. It's a place where you immediately know you must keep quiet, even if it's the first time you visit one because somehow, you just know you gotta be respectful of the knowledge being acquired and preserved there. And it doesn't matter if it's big and renowned or small and abandoned, they're kind of the same breed.I like the solitude I can achieve because it doesn't matter if it's completely empty or somewhat full (for I have never seen one so filled with people one could not enter) everyone seems to mind their own business, and everyone gets that one's not to be disturbed. And what fascinates me the most is that despite all this solemn feeling in the air that you can practically touch while being inside a library, you can see all this life just happening all around you.
By Emma Ellis5 years ago in Criminal
Falling for my creative match
I had met my match in the most unlikely of people. On face value, we were completely unmatchable: I was educated, thoughtful, seen as selfless, and family oriented. He was the opposite. His looks were grungy and careless, whereas I was polished, smart and sophisticated. There was one thing that we had in common: a creative drive and passion for what we did, although it manifested itself in different forms.
By Amy Dugwell5 years ago in Criminal
High Speed Date
At the beginning of the day if you would have told me that I would currently be gripping the handlebar of a car for dear life I would have told you that sounds like the plot for a good story. Situations never seem as scary until you experience them. With every acceleration, I could feel the sole of my shoe pressing deeper into the floor mat of the car.
By Hannah Christophe5 years ago in Criminal
Blind Date
It was a brisk fall evening in New York City. Mave wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her shoulders to stay warm. She hadn’t brought a jacket, wanting to show off her figure in the emerald dress she was wearing. It was a blind date after all, the first since her divorce. Her friend Dianne had set it up, and she figured it couldn’t hurt to get back out there. But she was so cold, and the restaurant was still about four blocks away. She was considering calling an Über when a voice startled her, “Mave?” She spun around to see a luxurious sports car pulling up behind her.
By Jenna Tomovich5 years ago in Criminal
Abra Cadaver
There I sat four rows behind my girl Danny in mortuary science. Last semester we took Biology of the Human Body which was the prerequisite to this class together. So at least I wasn’t bored alone. Professor Senad was cool but I still found myself annoyed with yet another professor that feels they were in the profession to re-sculpt young minds. To me they should be working on the minds we already have, then cultivate from there, but who am I? Even as an adult the student mentality warranted juvenile dictation. Senad was different in every way except in that regard. He was the youngest professor in South Eastern and he was still old enough to feel as though re-sculpting was still on the table, even if it were only for the clones or the mindless. This school was a straight up battle of the clone wars. There was nothing wrong with the class but I was trying to build on my business. Studying wasn’t exactly something I had much time for over the last few month and to be honest I’m falling behind. The midterm was in two days and the only thing I had was a page and a half in notes. Danny wasn’t doing too great either but probably knew a lot more considering she had already taken a nursing program. Either way I had a plan. Professor Senad was going to have four cadavers with separate medical issues. He was going to pair us up in teams of five and have each group conduct an autopsy on them to find out what each person’s cause of death was. My plan was simple. Senad was having the cadaver’s delivered late this evening so instead of sneaking in tonight I’ll wait until about four or five in the morning, sneak into the basement take a quick peak at them and the files that came with each. Senad is always working super late so I doubted that he would bother taking them home with him. With that I continued scribbling songs in a notebook titled Class Notes. As I gazed at a beautiful blue sky and Senad’s baby blues, taking in both beauties separately. Even though I revered sexuality to be as fluid as attraction I had to be honest, he was indeed handsome. Tall, slim build, sandy brown hair tapered in a flattering cut, he wore a cute reading glasses that somehow made his eyes even more luminous. He also had an accent that I believe was Russian but he spoke in a tone I could tell most weren’t used to. He wasn’t loud brut or off putting. His voice was gentle yet firm, backed with knowledge and eloquence. Normally he is threaded from top to bottom in cliché college professor gear. Khakis, a dressy button up of some sort, even in the summer, but today he wore black jeans and a gray polo. I was actually surprised. Others have said not once has anyone ever seen this guy dressed down.
By Joey Renee5 years ago in Criminal
