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Smooth Seas Don't Make Good Sailors.
I stood motionless, my breath painting pictures in the cold night air, waiting, waiting, for the energy to move. That gut wrenching feeling in my stomach, the one I'd come to be so familiar with showed no signs of letting go. A car honked its horn. People bustled past. The world had moved on.
Ciarán ColemanPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Miraculously Unlikely Reunion of Strangers
“I was there the night your son died.” This stranger, whom I had just met uttered these words that bonded us forever. Tears filled both of our eyes as we silently embraced this miraculous reunion.
Maria CalderoniPublished 3 years ago in HumansOn The Floor
I don’t particularly have a lot of regrets in my life, not that I am perfect by any means but at my age, you have to learn how to cope with the mistakes you made and move on. However, I do have one truly embarrassing moment that I do laugh about now mostly because it’s a decade old and well, I can’t change it so laughing about it is the only thing to do.
Sharon KoehlerPublished 3 years ago in HumansAdaptation Evaluation: ‘Nomadland’
“We not only accept the tyranny of the dollar, the tyranny of the marketplace, we embrace it. We gladly throw the yoke of the tyranny of the dollar on and live by it our whole lives.” So says Bob Wells, a sort of van life guru, when we first see him in Nomadland as he’s speaking to congregants at a desert gathering. While Nomadland’s largely a work of fiction, Bob Wells is a real person, so who we see isn’t simply a fictional character in Nomadland, or maybe he is a fictionalized version of himself, even if he really is Bob Wells. It’s a little complicated.
MovieBabblePublished 3 years ago in HumansA Crack in My Windshield
I don’t remember how the windshield crack began. At some point, some bit of something from the road had struck it just right to set it in place. Initially, it was just a short jagged line. Then it slowly meandered its way across the entire windshield.
Shawn IngramPublished 3 years ago in HumansEndurance
Chapter 4: The First 5K LaSalle Street - 7:44 AM The lead runners are approaching the 5K marker on LaSalle Street, and they grab their personal bottles of refreshments. Michael grabs his bottle from the refreshment table, and he starts to drink. Nick and Walter are just ahead of him.
Marcus CarterPublished 3 years ago in HumansYou Wanna Bet
Being a Batiste came with expectations that I had no interest in adopting. Our bloodline was deep-rooted here in New Orleans, Louisiana long ago.
Cassie SmilezPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Island
Adrift again and alone in a rolling ocean, rudderless, and following the tides. The stars moved along the sky at night, and the sun crept from one horizon to the other, making sure to pause overhead and beat down unrelenting with no reprieve. Day after day, night after night, sailing onward at the ocean’s mercy. Little room to move, but enough to get up and manoeuvre around with some relative ease. Everything was wet, from clothes to food, and nothing was safe from the sea’s reach. Apart from adjusting the sail, there was no controlling the little boat’s course, and with no compass or map, there was no way to know where one was apart from the stars at night. Rest, that was it, for, with a little hope, land would eventually be made.
Andrew HallPublished 3 years ago in HumansLove From Ship to Shore
Magnus is one attractive guy. You would think all eligible bachelorettes would be lining up in line to grab a hold of this attractive hunk, who has just turned over the hill (age 50 precisely). Not so. Not because of this age, yet he has never found the process of dating, courtship and mating to be his strong suit.
Justine CrowleyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe River
As the waves crashed near our feet, I looked at the soaking wet girl that I had just saved. I had no idea who she was or how she ended up in the harsh current of that river. All I knew was I had to save her and I didn't want to let her go. I didn't understand why, but there was this connection. A connection I had never experienced before, but one I knew I could not lose.
Alicia LeneaPublished 3 years ago in HumansHow To Slide Into DMs Without Being A Creep
Having been a writer and model for the better part of my adult life, I learned something about being on the internet. If you were born with a hole between your legs, being on the net means that you will have random creeps in your DMs, asking questions they would never dare ask in person.
Ossiana M. TepfenhartPublished 3 years ago in HumansSecond Chances
This was undoubtably the funniest, most inane first date, that was technically a second date, that June had ever been on. She paused in a state of incredulity and watched Kiernan as he gingerly sipped from his glass of wine. She stared across the table at Kiernan’s earnest face. “He honest to God, has no idea that we’ve been out before” she said to herself, utterly perplexed and mildly amused at the same time. “This situation is the raw life material that bad rom-coms are made of…” she contemplated. “And so this is what it has come to, my life has devolved into a crappy movie on the Lifetime channel.” June shuddered at the thought of being portrayed by a b-list actress with a layered lob haircut and partial low lights. “Ugh, and you know they’d style her in some kind of statement necklace” she anguished. “But who would play Kiernan?” This thought pre-occupied her, as the waiter re-filled their gluten free bread basket. “He’s not really a Brad or a Leo. Perhaps a Joaquin?”
Jean Marie BaiardiPublished 3 years ago in Humans