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The Company Man
ACT 1 Chloe Miller. There was a light in the air that seemed to make things liquid when I knew her, like a haze that filtered the light and sounds of the world. Time seemed to move differently, or at least one remembered things differently. Some things seeming to move slow, as if to allow one to savour the experience. Other things, one doesn’t remember happening at all.
The blink of an eye
“If I had one wish, it would be to rewind time. I just don’t understand why life can take such a toll. She was just here, and now she’s gone forever.” I thought to myself as I waited for the shuttle to get me to work. It’s been two long months since my mom, my best friend, has died. Now, I’m forced to move either with my drunk of a dad, or my dummy of a sister. Honestly, I believe I can do it myself, but I’m just a broke girl trying to get my GED at the moment. So yeah, I don’t have many options.
Taylor BryantPublished 3 years ago in HumansMap of My Body
Cody. Cody said Kelly’s legs were fat; that’s why nobody had kissed her. Matthew chimed in from across the campfire to defend dream girl. Kelly dream girl was captain of the soccer team and had been nominated as royalty for every school dance since freshman year. She was muscular – Matthew discredited Cody’s answer, he had read muscular meant sexy these days. It should be noted, that Cody was seventeen years old and just now creeping his way up to my towering 5’8”; he too was muscular despite his elfish stature. But Cody had been fucking girls since he was fourteen – only the small ones. He had played on all the school sports teams starting the day he popped out of the womb and made ski movies in his free time. Cody was never smart nor did he ever see past his immediate assumptions, so I let him have his self-conscious idea of Kelly. Kelly was allowed to have stumpy legs because Matthew knew they were powerful.
Emma GrahamPublished 3 years ago in HumansKulsoom's Notebook
By the time Kulsoom turned 20, she was already graduating college. By the time she was 23, she had graduated from Columbia Medical School and matched at the country’s most prestigious pediatric program. By 25, she was married. By 26, dead.
Sadaf ShahidPublished 3 years ago in HumansBad Boy or Lost Soul
Sunday… “STOP!!!” I yelled as these two thugs came from behind a tree and grabbed at jogging wallet, “Help!” One of them pulled a knife & cut the wallet strap around my arm. His partner grabbed it & headed into the park. I continued to yell! Out of nowhere comes this tall blond guy and slams him to the ground & pulled out a gun. “Chill,” he said. He kneeled down & asked if I’m OK, “No, they have my wallet…” “Don’t worry, I’ll get him," said the stranger.
Milton N Green JrPublished 3 years ago in Humansshine
The iconic visuals of my city are the sky needle and misty grey skies. Emerald green pine forests stepping into the dark tumultuous sea. We have some famous exports: grunge, glass art, Jimi Hendrix, and Kurt Cobain. You probably think of a few different things when I say Seattle, like big computer companies or bad coffee with too much sugar. My late mom falls into the latter category, best known for two hit singles in the 80’s and late 90’s, both saccharine sweet and unoriginal much like the coffee.
Tyler PletzerPublished 3 years ago in HumansFlat Earther
Sitting on a rock in a hard place. The sun casts its face down, admiring its own glistening reflection in the undulating mirror below. It watches coldly as floating forests jockey for real estate in the few rays refracting down to them. It dozes, seemingly unaware of the folks held so precariously in its orbit.
Choices and The Tunnel
"Hiro! My dearest Hiro. Why doth thee labor away at thine rectangular enslavement cube. Come hither! Let us depart from these shackles into the great catastrophe that is humanity. We must partake on the throes of history." Jolan was preparing for his next play so the antics were a little higher than usual. During his riveting speech I met the disgruntled eyes of my colleagues. It had to be addressed, loudly. "JOLAN, you can't keep barging in here like this! This is a laboratory you could have startled someone!" I looked towards the apathetic faces surrounding me, no one cared. Jolan reaching in his jacket to fetch a bribe. "Allow me to redress this unwelcomed performance with an offer of TWO complimentary drinks with any ticket purchased to next weeks..." I grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him outside while sincerely pondering. "What is wrong with you?" He dusted himself off as I closed the door behind me.
Steve StevensonPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe tree
Something that I always dwelled on was what kind of death is the best, sudden death or the slow one. If someone dies suddenly maybe it's best for the person who dies but for the family and friends who stay behind it can be quite a painful experience. On the other hand, with a slow death, everyone suffers during the process to the point that when death finally comes is almost welcomed.
Mine Magic, Mundane
Everyone has their own magic words. You write your first in crayon, in the pages of a rainy-day coloring book, or on the back of the kid’s menu, or if your parents are particularly unlucky, the living room wall. You grin in wonder and delight as this made-up word inexplicably shutters the blinds, or changes the television channel, or spins a tornado in your chocolate milk, or turns your teeth green.
Braxten RutherfordPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe coffee stain
She stroked the soft black notebook under her robes such as a mother strokes her child’s cheek, to marvel and reassure herself at its incredible existence. She steadied her breathing to bring her footsteps into order. It was not done for a woman to run through the souk. Only children and tea urchins ran the cobbled streets. To run would bring a questioning attention. In regular days, she would have lingered in the souk,and breathed in deeply the floating Omani frankincense whilst she allowed herself the pleasure of the finest Pashminas to slip between her fingers. She would have slowed to hear the insistent call of the merchants vying for her attention, offering their wares and enjoying the inevitable haggle, whilst weakly protesting that her low prices kept their children from food. Of course, it did not. It was the ancient ritual of the souk. Happiness came when a good bargain was struck and friendship beyond coinage was understood. But those had been the regular days. And those days had not been for quite some time. Today was not a regular day.
Karen RosmanPublished 3 years ago in HumansSafe With Me
The sudden outburst was loud enough to startle his wife, who was downstairs in the kitchen chopping ingredients for a curry recipe she found online earlier that day. She was mid-chop into a carrot when the knife sprung from her jolted hand and danced to a stop across the tiled countertop. It sounded like his team must’ve scored a touchdown. She grabbed the knife, gave it a quick rinse and continued chopping before realizing football season had already ended.
Aiza AblangPublished 3 years ago in Humans