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Drive: and now, eventually
"There's a tone of voice reserved for affection, the kind that says even just the thought of you has given the other person a pleasant dose of brain chemicals. It comes with newest loves and oldest friends, and drops a soft veil around two people that makes all the rest of the world seem significantly less important."
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in HumansBlack Check
Crash, a shriek, banging dishes, “I hate you!”, “Leave me alone”, screamed the girl next door. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!”Aba cries in agony “ What the hell!” she wailed in exasperation as she flumped up on her bed for the umpteenth time; She had just managed to fall asleep after a late-night shift last night at the Vine nightclub where she has been working for 2 years to supplement tuition for college. “Not again!”, she wailed, looking up to heaven, hands clasped whispering a silent prayer, “Please give me peace today” with the hope that someone up there was listening and running to answer that prayer. (Noise till occurs)
No Coincidence
The familiar yet still annoying ding-ding, signaling the bus to stop, woke Alex. He sat up, as the bus pulled over, and looked out the window to make sure he hadn’t missed his stop. Several passengers got off at the rear door as others boarded at the front. Alex noticed a very cute redhead that had got on and sat in one of the side facing seats. She gazed out the window. He stared at her gorgeous red hair and the archipelago of freckles across her nose. “She has the most perfect nose,” he thought to himself and just then she looked right at him. It was one of those strange instances when you don’t realize that someone you’re staring at has suddenly taken notice and you forget to look away. In that split moment when he realized she had caught him staring, she smiled. He immediately smiled back but a fearful look suddenly replaced her smile and she shoved her right hand into her jacket pocket. The dread evaporated instantly as she let out a sigh of relief and looked away.
The Everyday Life of Miss Hilly
At a funeral, even the air seems different. To Penny Farthing, the air that danced around the scene of people mourning her grandmother was soft and comforting. It floated through the trees with notes of chamomile and well-loved paperbacks.
Courtney AliciaPublished 3 years ago in Humansthe Reading Hound
Fire was all around him. Every door was covered in liquid flame. Jack, Tyler's Basset hound, had escaped through a hole in a broken-down back door. Tyler remained trapped because of his frustratingly large human form. There was nothing he wouldn't give to be his dog right now.
Josephine stPublished 3 years ago in HumansJuniper Vision
The sun was just beginning to set on their third day of the road trip, and Carn had an arm out the window, rolling to the waves of the breeze. From her rearview mirror, Juniper snuck a look at the boy, who was grinning as usual, despite not being able to see the beautiful pink streaks shooting up from the horizon. They’d made it to the rolling hills of the Grand Canyon. Juniper turned down the classical music- their little inside joke- and pulled into a visitor’s lot in the middle of the National Park. She unbuckled and quickly grabbed Carn’s hand, dragging him out of the van and guiding him to various interesting rock formations in walking distance. She’d place his hands on one side of the oddly shaped boulders, and tell him to make his way around, feeling every nook and crevice. After an hour feeling it out, they hopped back into the van down an underdeveloped side road that Juniper’s parents had taken her when she’d visited as child. She pulled off at a viewpoint that seemed surrounded by canyon on either side. Guiding Carn to the middle of the U-shaped location, she whispered instructions into his ear and then ran a few hundred feet away to admire the scene. He then let out a wolf-like howl, and clapped as the echo spoke back. Carn tilted his head back, and for a moment, Juniper swore he could see the vastness of the Canyon, the natural beauty of an imperfect crack in the Earth.
Unspoken Treasure
Ernest Hemingway was the love of my life. We met when I was a young woman in my twenties. He had just come back from one of the things he most loved to do in this world, go fishing on Pilar, his boat, accompanied by my father, one of his best buddies. I remember when I saw him for the very first time. He was a legend, larger than life. He was not like some of those writers who wrote books filled with suspense and adventure, but led lives of dull, boring normality. This man actually lived the stuff he wrote about. Despite being much older than I was, I felt a breathlessness and my heartbeat quickened when he gazed in my direction. He must have noticed the impression he had made on me, when he glanced away from my direction with a smile on his face.
Gabriela De FranciscoPublished 3 years ago in HumansSoul Connections
Have you ever met someone and felt instantly connected or like you already know them? You may have a soul connection. There are many types of soul connections but the main three are soulmates, twin flames, and karmic relationships. Each of these connections are different and provide unique experiences.
Paper Confidant
It only took a few minutes, running across the street to the gas station, but in that time the sun had disappeared, and the rain had begun to pour. I scurried out of the store and across the parking lot, bag of snacks in hand, only to be stopped at the cross walk by a slew of drivers speeding by, undeterred by impeded visibility.
Rebel Hero
It was a rainy and stormy Friday night. The front of the hospital was thick with pedestrian traffic. I stare at my glaring mobile screen: 21:00. The day had just begun for me and I could already sense tonights graveyard shift was going to be a drag. I take the staff elevator up. The strained sound of mechanical whirring takes me to level 8.
Hillary CheahPublished 3 years ago in HumansStick Figures and Root Beer Floats
The cold air stung my nostrils as I peered out the back window. It was barred, like an old armored car or a circus truck. The interior was stark except for remnants of desperate graffiti scribbled out by previous passengers. “You won’t take me alive!" “I think… therefore I’m shit.”
Albert’s Resolution
Albert plopped down on a park bench to rest for just a moment. He had just finished one lap around the park jogging path and was exhausted. His new year’s resolution in full force; however, he was already having doubts. Albert gazed over his right shoulder to survey his surroundings and as his head periscoped back towards the path he was to endure; I don’t want to, I really don’t want to, he thought, he caught a glimpse of It, from his periphery vision. It was just sitting there, on the other side of the bench, dusty, and slightly stained in the corners where the original luster of the cover material had been worn away from use. A notebook. A black note book, just the right size to fit snuggly between curled fingers and the palm of its owner. Albert was delightfully distracted from his New Years desolation, err, resolution.
Loren WilsonPublished 3 years ago in Humans