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Just a Date
I stepped through the door and the view stopped me in my tracks. His entire West wall was glass floor to ceiling and the sun was setting over the ocean. I'd never seen anything so beautiful before. The sky was a pinkish-peach hue with tufts of clouds scattered throughout that took on the hue of the setting sun. It was picturesque. I didn't realize I'd slowly made my way over to the windows to admire this beautiful day's end.
Tanya MittererPublished about 16 hours ago in HumansHow Long Should You Wait for Somebody to Love You?
Pining after a person is, well, much like I imagine swallowing a whole pine cone would be: bloody painful. It’s debilitating and paralysing and sure, there are cute and hopeful moments sprinkled in between, but the majority are insufferable. I hate it. And yet? It seems to be my biggest hobby.
Emily WilcoxPublished about 16 hours ago in Humans
The Three Sure-Fire Ways To Get Me To Block Someone On Facebook
Facebook is a strange place. People there behave towards other people in a way they would never act in real life. Besides, you meet more strange people in one day than in real life in a whole year.
René JungePublished about 16 hours ago in HumansDoing Stand Up Comedy In Salem, Oregon
I’ve been doing stand up comedy for the past six years. I’m originally from the Seattle area, but I have been living in Japan since 2003. There is a comedy group in the city of Nagoya, Japan where I live that does shows once a month. This was pre-Covid 19 of course, but even still we were able to put on a few shows in 2020 and have done a few in 2021.
Steve B HowardPublished about 16 hours ago in HumansFace in the Fog
Heavy smoke from the artillery fire and burning buildings has left only little windows of clear space to aim my camera through and snap pictures. My ears have long ago given up any attempt to hear anything over the pounding thud of the battle. I move through the streets half blind from the smoke and mostly deaf from the explosive guns looking for pictures to take. I want to bring Chechnya back to the world. I have fourteen roles of film already. Three more to go and then I can leave this dangerous place forever.
Steve B HowardPublished about 17 hours ago in HumansCar
Sitting in the booster seat I was 6 years old. We were driving around downtown after going to the movie theater for my birthday. I was admiring the rainbow flags hanging from the street lamps and asked my mom what they were for. She said they were for weird people but I didn't need to know any more because I was too young. So I looked out the window at the bright flags bringing color to this gray and brown city.
The ghost of winter
The Ghost of winter The brittle ground shimmered with a sprinkling of light frost. Jacob could see his breath given ghostly life in the frigid air and then disappear. He grunted slightly at the sharp pain in his knee as he took a step. The cold weather no longer agreed with Jacob, it made every movement painful, made his arthritis flare into sharp life and his breath wheeze in his throat. He was determined not to let the winter beat him, he continued with his weekly routine of walking the mile to the post office to collect his pension from the local Post Office. He settled into a steady but slightly stuttering walking rhythm, he leaned heavily on his stick and his mind began to wander. As always it wandered into the past, to happier more contented times…
Clare SmithPublished about 17 hours ago in Humans
You Can Leave Your Hat On
Look babe, let me take care of some housekeeping. Clearly I have screwed up. I’m not going to ask for amnesty on that. I sure as hell won’t argue it down to a fake equality and pretend you are somehow just as bad. I’m tired of those childish tricks. They sound cheap and weak in my own ears. It seems like my pride has not been helpful throughout all of this, and I’d like to start this time by leaving it behind.
H. Robert MacPublished about 17 hours ago in HumansWhat I Feel About You
[Not in my point of view, but based on me] It is hard to maintain relationships when you have something going on in your mind like a swirling storm ready to come out of you. You don’t know how to take out your anger so you take it out on the people you love, leaving them confused while you feel the heavy drift of the void in your heart. Guilt, and then what happens is then you start taking it out on yourself. And then those people who still care for you try to stop you, but you shut them out. It hurts to, but you can’t help it. You want to be alone, to be lost in your thoughts. Those same thoughts that are killing you inside. The thoughts that are taking away the people you love, the thoughts that are tearing your world apart.
Ashleigh RosePublished about 17 hours ago in Humans
The beginning of a cycle.
I wanted to grow up fast. I wanted to forget my youth and live an exciting adult life. But for a teenage girl suffering from mental illness and who constantly needed validation from older men, that was quite dangerous.
Book Review: "Jack" by Marilynne Robinson
I think we have all heard enough about the segregational culture of America in the 1950s and though I love 1950s music and film culture, I can definitely say that I was not 'born in the wrong generation' due to the fact that I am brown and happy that I am in a time where that is respected as a positive aspect of my character. However, I understand that the kind of music I listen to and the films I watch from the 1950s had a culture where that was not so and thus, when I read a book from this time or set during this time, I keep that in mind no matter what it is about. There are many books set in this period such as the famous “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee all the way through to the African-American Southern Gothic books of Toni Morrison. But I think that possibly one of the best modern examples in our own day of this is the books of Marilynne Robinson, especially this one entitled “Jack” which explores the more subverted aspect of interracial romance at a time where this only just was not accepted but was condemned outwardly by others.
Annie KapurPublished about 18 hours ago in HumansDendroseris Litoralis’s Tale of the Más a Tierra Miskito
Dendroseris Litoralis’s limbs are splayed about haphazardly, with lackluster cabbage-shaped, cabbage-colored leaves and yellow-orangish flowers. It isn’t the sort of Pacific island tree that towers over beaches bearing regal crowns of haughty fronds. It is edible, though. Goats introduced in the 1500s to the tree’s only home on an island west of Chile nearly ate it to extinction.
Jed GrahamPublished about 18 hours ago in Humans
