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Marked in the Starry Veil
Aries Concurrency is running high and I feel like we should add a little bit of contrast here to highlight some important features. But the mirror broke to fragments already and very vaguely can I foresee the reflection of my own image. Indeed, I am working right now and I am sweating my bows days in and nights through. Under the eclipse of the day, the labor force tells me what to say; as when the stars silently shine on me, I hurry before it gets blurry. And during daytime, I pray that I may connect all the dots in their most orderly fashion. Indeed my being must prevail with great attention to details. The mission is pretty rough on the corners and at times, I can’t even expose myself to dear friends. In all crude honesty I’m being tricked to maintain proper friendship.
Alice K.S.Published 3 years ago in HumansSerendipity
Jermaine is a fixture at the Old Hilltop. He isn’t anyone’s employee, but all the trainers respect his presence; it’s a rare morning when he isn’t at the clubhouse turn of the track at the crack of dawn, watching the early workouts with a stopwatch in hand. He jots down the racers’ times in a little black notebook, which he keeps in the inside pocket of his tattered overcoat. When he goes to make his bets, the bookies greet him by name. He keeps all conversations short and to the point. The employees at Pimlico Racecourse know better than to try and chat with Jermaine Montgomery, the bitter old man who only talks to the horses.
Emily WrightPublished 3 years ago in HumansFinding The Way
Eddie Taylor had never had to pee so bad in his life. Well that’s not entirely true; once he’d actually pulled over on the side of the Cross Island Parkway driving from Westchester County to Long Island, cars narrowly missing him at seventy miles an hour as he scrambled up the embankment and as far into the foliage as he could. To say it had been a close call would be an understatement. The relief had been palpable.
Mike PetersonPublished 3 years ago in HumansJoanie.
It never ceases to amaze me how tedious this process can be! Here I am standing in front of what could be simply be described as “notebook heaven”. There’s so many to choose from in an array of colors and sizes! What should I choose? The red holographic one that changes colors whenever it’s shifted on its side? Maybe the orange one with fuzzy sunflowers? Or the amazing suede, hunter green one? This view is mesmerizing and I know I’ve spent way too much time trapped in this beautiful trance. Just as I’m about to throw in the towel, I catch a glimpse of a little black notebook displayed next to the pink, glittery one. I reach for this notebook and immediately know it is the one. It’s small, matte black, with covers smooth like butter I’m afraid it may actually melt if I hold it too long! It’s the only one left. It was meant to be. I’m so giddy with joy when I get to the register that the cashier looks at me curiously. I offer a brief explanation and she smiles & tell me I made a good choice. My kind of girl! I’m nearly skipping out of the store, anxious to use my new notebook.
IntrovertedExrovertPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Little Black Notebook
There were three types of scientists in Mollovel. Englesea could tell from the blazer lapels of the men opposite him in the carriage, that he was in the company of not just a tramadyne, but also a paladian.
J L DeblingPublished 3 years ago in HumansWritten In Stone
After dinner, I wearily left the base tent for my own bed. Christopher, eyeing me uncomfortably as I collected my small, black notebook, tossed my bag over my shoulder and left. I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling as I walked through the flap on my tent.
Brook TaylorPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Black Book & A Golden Star
Before I was a man, I carried a black book with me in the glovebox of my car. There was nothing special about the book. The cover, no larger than an average piece of paper, was coarse and rugged. Inside the front cover I wrote the words, ‘Write the pain, it goes away; you will be paid in full’.
Darius le RoyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Ideas
The Ideas Ideas, they can’t be bought, they can’t be stolen, and they can’t be earned but the vessel for them can be. So what happens when your ideas for revolutionary inventions are lost?
Rc PrevilonPublished 3 years ago in HumansSelfish vs Selfless
The sun heats my eyelids. I wish there were tears. I fail to hold back the dry sob. A glowing 7.16 begs me, rise. I turn away.
Brant WadenPublished 3 years ago in HumansLOVE IS NEVER FAR AWAY
Kevin came into this world with the gods smiling down on him. He was born into a rich family, he was extremely handsome and talented. And everything that he touched turned into gold. He was compassionate and considerate and adored by many. Kevin was trusting and he loved hard and that eventually became his downfall.
Angee FullovePublished 3 years ago in HumansTIME WAITS FOR NO MAN
Jim wakes up exhausted, tired as if God had forgotten to plug him into a universal charger. He climbs out of bed. It's his day off.
Faith WilsonPublished 3 years ago in HumansTo Write a Wish
“This all for you today Benji?” Zoey asked as she handed a book across the counter to and into the waiting hands of the man who was a couple of years her junior.
Rashad FlorencePublished 3 years ago in Humans