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The choice is not a gamble.
The choice is not a gamble. Dorthy's silence didn't need any response from me. "Amar, these were the days when I began to feel an unknown fear. There was a silence between us."
kuljit mannPublished 3 years ago in Humans“Night, night, don’t let the bed bugs bite”
That’s what that evil witch who called herself “grandma” would said every time after she read her bedtime story to me kissing my forehead. “night, night, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She would say with her evil witch voice...
CJ ElectraPublished 3 years ago in HumansAll that's Left
Journal entry 06/29/2021 Love. The only thing you can bring with you. The only thing that will outlive you. I didn’t expect to end up here-does anyone end up where they expect to? This ending really got me, though. I can’t tell if it’s really the end or the start of something new. I survived an apocalypse. Me. Why? What meaning could my life possibly have now with nothing left as it once existed? Is there some other purpose for my life extension? Or, like most opportunities in my life, did death simply overlook me? I’m old enough to have lived some, but too young to conceive of the end of it all. Am I dead? Is this purgatory? Somewhere in between life and death that eludes me? I’ll tell you-it looks a whole lot different than what I knew life to be- but it strangely doesn’t feel all that different; The elusiveness of it all is familiar. What do I do now? Who am I? What business do I have still standing here? I asked these questions before…I’m just asking them now with less garments pretending to answer me.
Nicole PaprckaPublished 3 years ago in HumansBack to My Roots
Do you know what I did last week? Despite nearing 30, I decided to go back to living like I was a college student on summer break.
Janis RossPublished 3 years ago in HumansI Can See 2020
Considering only my positive events-changes in 2020 is like looking at the Moon and seeing the Sun is like watching Trump and mistaking him for an orangutan
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in HumansAnd Justice for Most
Things were different. I remember not long ago when I could walk into a public school building with nothing impeding my entrance aside from the occasional student not aware of their surroundings, probably listening to their headphones way too loud to notice anyone around them. That was the Before Times, before politicians lost control of society, and elected officials that changed every thread in the tapestry of the United States. It was like someone took Lady Liberty’s torch and gave her a semi-automatic weapon, installed facial recognition on every tine on her tiara and erased Emma Lazarus’s words and outlawed The New Colossus from having autonomy over her own body. As I clutched my shoulder bag ready to go through the detectors that searched for metals, organic materials and minerals, I had a twinge of fear that I had left my half pack of cigarettes in my bag from the day before. I assuaged myself by realizing the necessary pre-work cigarette was smoked in the car on the way to work. I handed my bag to the surly security guard, I never knew his name because he only spoke in grunts and eye rolls. His name tag was always turned around so I couldn’t see his name or his position. I had always just assumed a generic security guard with no real name or personality. Just a gun and a grunt. In the Before Times, the school security was effective, cordial, and a part of the patchwork of the teaching staff. Now they were outsourced through defense companies. They were efficient, but not friendly.
Liz EacmenPublished 3 years ago in HumansRestrictions for Saving Lives But Why People Defy
By born human like to be independent By nature, humans are independent. They hardly like to obey anything that they are not familiar with, that does not bring any economic benefits or that is not imposed.
Moshiur RahmanPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Slick
"You wanna do what?" my gorgeous bride asked me. I repeated, "I want to buy a sawmill so I can make beams so I can build us a house." She stood there looking at me like I had gone crazy. We didn't argue. We never argued. We figured out a way to help each other realize our dreams. Little did we know this dream would take us deep into the Rocky Mountains, a little town hidden away in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains and across the Atlantic Ocean to Germany and France. My plan was to use timbers that others had discarded. Trees that had been discarded due to roads being cut or storm-damaged trees. I wanted the ability to mill these trees on my own since I would have more control over waste. I also wanted to experience the entire process of timber framing. This dream would require a significant outlay of cash but if I took care of the tools, I would be able to recoup most of that money in the reseller's market. The tools weren't cheap nor was the education. I could learn a lot from reading but there's nothing like hands-on training. I joined the International Timber Framers Guild. I bought hundreds of books. I attended seminars. I traveled.
Heart of the Siren
We enter upon the year 2064 in what used to be the United States of America. The world has become war barren and the people are now fighting amongst themselves more than even before. Much like the Red Scare when communism had reach this once great country of freedom, now it is nothing more than the shadow of its former self. There no longer the Constitutional Rights, the Bill of Rights nor Birthright Citizenship. People trusted nobody around them thought that they were out for each other’s throat, trying to cheat them out of money or various other forms of greed or heretics guilty of treason plotting to destroy society. Censorship was the worst it has ever been to the point where the news was simply outrageous lies made to make companies money and people had no clue as to what has happening in other countries besides their plot to tear the American people apart and divide the lands amongst themselves.
Katelyn ShepherdPublished 3 years ago in HumansWarrior Princess
There she was standing at the top in a state of inaction. The rays of light in between the scattered clouds created a mesmerizing glow. The angelic glow highlighted the contours of all the buildings with hues of golden orange. "How funny," she thought, "the ghetto looks magical, sort of beautiful, as if there is hope after all."
Dih-Anah MariePublished 3 years ago in Humans2020 Positives
To declare that there were many negatives during the year 2020 is surely an understatement of the first order At least two million dead reached the stratosphere
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in HumansClassic Inspirational Movie: Piano Lesson
Recommended reason: An almost perfect female inspirational film won three awards in 1994: Best Original Screenplay, Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress.
Nnamdi TinibuPublished 3 years ago in Humans