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The Decision
The Decision, the Notebook, and the Bag of Gold Verona decided she would take the money back home. For it did not belong to anyone. It sat there, at the end of the corridor, beside an artwork, Wheatfields and Crows was its name, isolated from all the others. There the bag of money was, with a small black notebook, its pages blank and empty. There the bag of money perched, ownerless, for no one would dare to hold a bag of money like that, in Milan, and hold it, carry it around, take it to an art gallery, during a Vincent Van Gogh exhibition, and place it there, at the end of a corridor. It was ownerless, decided Verona, for the pages of the book were empty, the money was smooth, not crinkled, and smelling new; almost fresh. How the bag of money happened to appear there was a presumption Verona had no concern in understanding. For the bag of money belonged to no one, and she should take it, as any astute person would.
Amanie ChahroukPublished 3 years ago in HumansYou Accept if Your Relationship is Right for You
Connections are among the chief awesome yet additionally most troublesome you as a character's confronting. The reason of all connections is that they're upheld by ceaseless correspondence, giving, and getting. However, now and again it turns out badly, so you might want to attempt to take care of business, and you'll move out solid.
nancy taylorPublished 3 years ago in HumansLeash Slack
You know, I’ve never walked my dog without thinking about how similar it is to raising a kid. I don’t think you should ever really walk your dog, but you also can't let your dog walk you. Dogs are never wrong, that’s the thing. They’re all instinct, baby. Sometimes you gotta let ‘em chase a scent, but then sometimes you gotta hold ‘em back, you know? Those sons of bitches—haha.
Liam McCloskeyPublished 3 years ago in HumansRunning Errands
She tapped it on the table, turned it then tapped it again. “I’m sorry,” she said out of habit. And out of habit, she walked the little black book end-over-end and tapped the table with it again. The book made tiny controlled cartwheels between her finger and thumb, sticking the landing each time. “I was in outer space.”
Autumn HelenihiPublished 3 years ago in Humans11:11
Lea walked up to the teacher’s desk with a demon on her shoulder, whispering things it knew she didn’t want to hear. “Don’t walk too slow, don’t walk too fast”
The Desk
Though the sky was heavy hung with creamy terracotta clouds like the fleshy belly of a salmon— clouds that promised rain to come— Doll did not give a second thought to the laundry she had left out on the washing line. Something had happened, something so inexplicably wonderful that even now, when she held the slip of paper with her name and that number printed in such wondrous, terrifying proximity that she could scarce believe it, or even allow herself to consider believing it.
Elizabeth Jean BowiePublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Rising Sun
The sun was a giant that hauled himself over the horizon, the red rays bathed the plains in a singular moment of splendour. The buffalo, but shadows in the empty fields only moments ago, turned their heads and opened their opulent eyes now ablaze in new glory, soaking in the rays beneath their rich red fur. So did Yousuf from where he sat out in his porch. Watching out toward where the trees flanked the red dirt road, there birds lifted by the break of day, sang long notes in from the mouth of the opening world.
Feiroze Dean AkhterPublished 3 years ago in HumansFloor Five
I’m at the end of a long hallway. A familiar one, but it’s different somehow. I don’t know what it is, but my stomach is spinning and my heart is racketing around in my ribcage. I take a cautious step forward, towards the exit.
Lanie CampbellPublished 3 years ago in HumansBlank Pages
Another sigh passed the woman’s lips as she turned down another street, her black dress dancing around her legs with every step. How could she have been so careless? The one item she had been trusted with and now she had lost it. Retracing her steps had been a bit more difficult than she had first thought. There were too many people here and all the streets and buildings looked the same. She looked up towards the sky, wondering how much time she had. Her shoulder hit a passerby, making the stranger stumble a bit.
Katelin W.Published 3 years ago in HumansMonarch Moments
It all started on a Tuesday. There’s nothing ever spectacular about Tuesdays, except Fat Tuesday; but this was just a regular one. In fact, most of my days are regular. I’m a Louisiana girl, born and raised in a small town of about 6,000 people. Everyone works in the plants and goes to the same church, or the one across the street. Everyone knows everybody. We’re all intertwined into each other’s story, in good ways and in bad. I always said I’d get out of here, but people rarely do. My parents and their parents and their parents all stayed. I sort of feel like a scratched vinyl; stuck on the same sound. The only thing that ever changes is my hopes of hearing the rest of the song. I get up and go to work to pay my bills and do it again.
Brittany PfantzPublished 3 years ago in HumansHow It Leaves You
It really is a wonderful treat living high up amongst the trees. A natural accident allowing for me to be where I am today. How did I become so lucky to feel what I feel and see what I see? Nevertheless, I wish this story was solely about myself, however I have come to realise in my last few moments that there is more to the birds I hear sing in harmony every morning, the humans I see in the parks and the weather we all storm to survive.
Charlee ClarsonPublished 3 years ago in HumansQuarters
Dante was exhausted. He was on his way home from practice, having spent the better part of the past two hours trying to guard Bobby Green.