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Coming in to 20,000$
Katie was always indignant about the way she spent. Uncertain and coiffed by a determination to spend and become new. Have an idea to herself and be like the rest of the people around her. Unfortunately this wasn’t what she was. She was ugly, frail and avoidant of any real issues that came her way. She hated death and everything that surrounded it. And there was a lot of good surrounding it.
Katie WhytePublished 3 years ago in HumansLeather bound
Ever since I can remember, every night before bed I would walk outside, whether it was cold and snowing, or a warm night with clear skies. Every night I would go outside, and look up at the sky, and silently I would wish for my big break as a musician. Every night, I would wish on every star, I would wish on the moon, and if I couldn’t see them I would say a silent prayer to God. You see, that was my biggest flaw. Desire.
Alexus ReedePublished 3 years ago in HumansTom Thomson's Last Sunset
“The Last Sunset” is a previously unknown work, by Canadian artist, and honourary member of The Group of Seven, Tom Thomson.
Cat CameronPublished 3 years ago in HumansWankeka
Nora Waneka was a sweet little girl with thick coarse hair and golden-brown skin. She was a beautiful girl with a kind heart and coarse hands. Everyday was a new day with the sun shining ever so brightly above the grass thatched roof of the mud hut where she lived with her grandmother, her stepmother, her half sister and brother, and her ever absent father. The children in the village would laugh and play all evening, after the chores were done, but Waneka, as the little girl was called, would never join them. She sat in the kitchen blowing at the wooden sticks under the iron pot, occasionally stoking the burning embers with one of them, while she tended to supper. Her face was beautiful, but she hardly smiled. Anybody who took a close look at the little girl, who looked about 12 years old, would see a deep sorrow embedded in her dark gaze. Her eyes were like deep wells of unshed tears.
The Little Black Book
It's 6:00 am the phone alarm rings, I snooze for 6:10. Coffee and dressed by 6:25 and out the door by 6:35. Gotta punch in by 6:45, work till 11, leave, go back and work till 3. Time to head home. I get back to my house, my wife, the dog, my little black book. Pay day is thursday and I open my book to a fresh page. Time to do my bills, I simply have to budget. I have to get it out of the way. I have to get it out on paper. Everything paid, no need to bore with the specifics, $150 left over this week. My little black book keeps me in check. I turn to a fresh page. I write down all my debts, and I write down what I need to pay them. "How am I going to do this?", I ask myself. I don't know, I just know I will. In life, while you're here living it, anything can happen. I turn the page once more and at the top I jot, "To Do List". Dishes, laundry, pay bills, garbage, the usual. I check a few off and save a few for tomorrow. One more page for the day. This one titled, "Wish List". At the very top, Porsche 911 carerra 4s cabriolet. That's a long shot, but a guys gotta dream. Next on the list, an exquisit gun collection. Wow, I'm a simple guy, but I'll probably make note of this again tomorrow. If it gets out on paper, then its not just in our heads, and if its not just in our heads, its one step closer to reality. With my business delt with I close my book and put it back in the safe. Tomorrow on the way home from work I'll buy another $20 ticket at the gas station by my house. My lucky 1995 quarter has 4 wins and 2 losses under its belt, so I'm feeling pretty good.
Alex DavisPublished 3 years ago in HumansA Spouse's Secret
I can’t believe that it has already been a month since they came to see me. Seeing all of Donovan’s things in this box just reminds me more of him and that day. I remember it like it just happened.
Johnnie MartinezPublished 3 years ago in HumansA bid of confidence
"The biggest opportunity in your life to befriend one of your TV idols and you ruined it!" What ate away at me most wasn’t just a missed opportunity. It was the fact that I was scared, nervous, intimidated, star-struck. I never knew myself to be star-struck before. I met Lou Ferrigno the previous year at Comic-Con and everything went fine. This was different though. This was the first time encountering an artists that I held in such high regard.
Dame GrantPublished 3 years ago in HumansUnexpected Luck
It's a regular Friday afternoon on the water for the guys and me. We're helping conduct a census of marine species on our local reef for the small Marine Hospital, Sea Corp. that we volunteer for.
Covid-Creature Roommate
I - The First Sound It comes from underneath the bed. “Psp psp psp. Hello? Are you up?” This is a problem because I live alone.
Taryn Roo YonedaPublished 3 years ago in HumansDestiny on the Bus
Ever since I got out of prison, I just wanted to help people. People who were wrongly sentenced to prison. I was accused of drug trafficking when I was 19. I was just in the right place at the wrong time.
Stephanie LiuPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Final Appointment Book
The book had been so unassuming with worn edges, a pronounced crack down the spine, and black leather scuffed from use. The pages were yellowed, almost brittle, yet it seemed as though magic hummed through them preserving the book for future use. Noah had found it unobtrusively wedged between two seats on the subway. He had just filled his final insulin prescription using his parent's health insurance. In three days he would turn 26 and would be removed from their plan. His serving job did not provide health insurance and at $250 a vial for the life-saving insulin, Noah was beginning to feel the walls of desperation closing in on him.
Elise SchemppPublished 3 years ago in HumansWrong for the last time, right for the first
“I’ll kill you if you ever leave me,” the egregious words spoken by her ex boyfriend that Nia vividly reminisced as she lay emotionless on the dark blue couch of her therapists office. “Hello, Nia?” Dr Walker repeating her sentence for the third time, “Tell me what’s going on? You've been my client for about 2 years and you’ve only called an emergency session one other time so this is alarming.”