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A Night Under The Stars
We heard the whispers every night without fail, from dusk until dawn. We didn’t talk about it, as a sort of comfort. I had seen things she could never dream up even on the darkest of nights, and she had known loss like I could not imagine. My friends back when I’d been drafted said I was one of the lucky ones, for having had no one to lose to the sickness. I’d laugh it off—oh, there was no need to tell them how hard it was without someone to live for. They all had sob stories, a lost lover or family member that kept them going—they’d want me to go on, to live my life for them. I envied them for their grief.
Julian HarmonPublished 3 years ago in HumansHysteria
Hysteria had been told she was cocky. That her overconfident attitude would wind up killing her on her eighteenth birthday. Everyone from teachers to students to even her own parents seemed to think that she was doomed to perish on what she believed to be her most significant birthday yet. But to those criticisms she had this to say,
Noel GillespiePublished 3 years ago in HumansSari Gabor
“I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man, I keep his house.” ‘Who is Sari Gabor?’ I can hear you asking. If I said Zsa Zsa Gabor --- would you be any the wiser? I remember my grandmother talking about this ‘lady’ when I was a little girl but never really knew who she was. I was researching something quite unrelated when this name came up, and I could see me sitting on my grandmother’s lap, drinking tea out of a child’s cup (I must have been five years old) and nan talking about Zsa Zsa Gabor. So --- who was Zsa Zsa Gabor?
Ruth Elizabeth StiffPublished 3 years ago in HumansOur Highway Town
This is how everything started. This is when I realized how much I needed to leave. On the big yellow bus labeled “14”, driving all of these lonely kids down these lonely streets. I realized too quickly, the roaring silence of this town, it was the loudest silence I had ever heard. All of the older, broken kids called this place worthless, a highway town. “Highway Town.” Two words that left me staring into the empty abyss that were my thoughts.
macy darciePublished 3 years ago in HumansWhy is the White Label Studio Software so Powerful?
First, let us start by defining what the White Label Studio Software is. White Label Studio is a package of FOUR Battle Tested Software Solution with White Label and Resell Rights! The four apps are MyVirtualTours, VideozAgency, VideoMatic, and Easy Banners Pro.
Romone LafayettePublished 3 years ago in Humanseleven : thirteen
you shove your hands into the pockets of the light winter jacket you wore. the cold air of the river biting into your skin as you walked out of your friend's apartment building and into the street. mark trailing behind you for a short huff of breaths before you see the white puffs of air in front of you.
Andie FonsPublished 3 years ago in HumansName That Shame
Smart. Crazy. Hero. Fool. Racist. Prodigy. Dumbass. Provider. Rebel. Enabler. Conservative. Alcoholic. All examples of labels we give to each other and even ourselves. We don’t stop with people. We label our food, clothing, the weather, and everything else in our environment.
Doug ScavezzePublished 3 years ago in HumansDuality of Man; All the Time We Have Left
Time is an illusion, created and controlled by those in power. A tool of manipulation that consistently works. This device relied on the sun in the beginning, however, the nature of man drove that need for light away. Technological advances created clocks, watches, and even electronic pocket computers that portrayed the time in delicate colorful numbers, making even technology made by other men obsolete. As the floating orb of life continued to rotate endlessly in the expanse of space, time would move, and everyone relied on that. What time they would eat, what time they would sleep, even how much time they had been cycling O2 into CO2. Man would go so far with time that they desired to control something that they had invented. When man created the first machine of tomorrow, the last machine of yesterday rose up.
I believe that before a mother, I am a human being first Says Namita Das.
Namita Das, an ex-software analyst, mother to a toddler and a passionate writer, for whom writing humor comes naturally. Her experience of having lived in the maximum city, Mumbai and worked with corporate bigwigs like Infosys, Accenture and J.P. Morgan Chase explains the cosmopolitan nature of her novella “It’s Punny Oops, I mean Funny!” and “Happily Technically, Ever After.” With the many joys and wonders of motherhood that she has experienced, Namita also writes tiny tales for pre-school pupils and one of her books “Keen Little Kuku” is expected to be out anytime soon.
Rachel MukherjeePublished 3 years ago in HumansWhy is Heartache so Painful?
In 2015, Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg’s husband died suddenly at age 47. “The wails of crying in that hospital were unlike anything that I’d ever heard in my life,” said a friend to Time Magazine. She had to be pried loose from her husband’s dead body. She described the pain of her grief in a famous Facebook post. “The emptiness that fills your heart, your lungs, constricts your ability to even think and breathe.” For weeks, her mother held her in bed as Sheryl cried herself to sleep each night.
Thomas ChristopherPublished 3 years ago in HumansIndoctrinated
I opened my eyes and I was standing in a garden. A young, maybe 14 year old, blonde girl was waiting for me. Her hair was half up, half down… a small amount of hair pulled from the top and sides secured with a silky powder blue ribbon and the rest left to fall down to her mid back. Her ribbon matched her appropriately modest, powder blue dress.
Annabel LeePublished 3 years ago in HumansAre You a Part of the Boomerang Generation Too?
Choosing where to live after college can be tricky. Depending on one’s priorities, some options might be more feasible or appealing than others.
Michaela WongPublished 3 years ago in Humans