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One Last Good Thing
“Hey Chuck. Gettin' your usual?” the clerk behind the counter said. His name tag read BARRY, and was clipped to his red polo shirt slightly askew.
Victor VibesPublished 3 years ago in HumansHow to Take Back What You’ve Lost
Date: 02/27/16 Title: Of course this would be how I'm introduced to my last living family member: a will. I’ll start this journal how I start all my others and preface with my intent:
Lily StantonPublished 3 years ago in HumansSaffron
Jimmy, Johnny and Joey’s lives changed forever. At 2:07am on Saturday June 15th, 1984 a sinkhole swallowed their neighborhood. They snuck out of their homes the night before to raise hell in the city. They were 17. Best friends since kindergarten they couldn’t believe their eyes.
Buck BraceyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Beginning of a Beautiful Life
“I did it,” I muttered, holding the check to my chest, my hands trembling as tears of joy began to escape from behind my closed eyes. “I can’t believe I did it.”
Amanda BozemanPublished 3 years ago in HumansKing, The Man.
New York City, 1995 "...when you remember me, remember who I was - let go of who I became. When you speak of me, say the second thing on your mind. When your heart buckles under the weight of the past, recall how I held you and nurtured you before time consumed my heart".
Muhammad OleoloPublished 3 years ago in HumansCurious Little Find
My mother recently passed, and her lawyer had contacted me requesting a meeting regarding her Will. I arrived in the downtown area early and with time on my hands, I decided to wonder around this little bookstore I found tucked back between its towering neighbors; like a child hiding behind its mother. Dust danced in a weak stream of light that ushered me in the door. The musty scent aged books give off comforts me as I peruse the shelves hoping to find something of interest. I happen upon this black, label less, journal. My interest now peaked, I flipped through the pages when I noticed the time. I quickly made my way to the counter to purchase my find and headed out to my meeting.
Published 3 years ago in HumansFloodwater Fortune
Trudging along on my daily government-sanctioned walk to get out of the too-small house with too many people, I think how weird this year has been. Walking is a ritual that I wish wasn’t necessary, but at least it boosts my vitamin D levels. And keeps me sane. The paths are boggy, slippery, and sometimes overflowing river water covers my welly-clad feet.
Discovery
Part 1 Thick smoke rolled all around them, the boys giggling and all of them coughing, the smell of burning dung filling all the space in their noses. Esmerelda knew it was James, he was always getting in trouble with the sisters by pulling pranks, telling stories and making people laugh, but she was pretty sure this time they would break the stick on him. Jack and Agnes, her best friends, grabbed her and they ran from the fire while others ran towards it with buckets of water.
Rhiannon DavisPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Little Black Book
The little black book had little black writing. In it were the names of his women. Some of them were married, some were not.
The Letter
Most people don’t deserve authenticity. Simply, they don’t desire it. Those who desire peace deserve peace. Those who desire ill-will deserve ill-will. Many people desire polished, revised relationships that are converted into art and literature to be quickly consumed and rarely revisited.
Tyndale
Through the bars at his window, he looks to the square below and the small timber scaffold put up in its centre. Rising from the stage, an eight foot post looms upright, rings of iron set at intervals through which rope or chains can be passed.
Tom WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Crossroads
"What time is the meeting again? Not that it matters, I'm sure that I'm running late!", I mumbled to myself. Time management and having the due diligence to accomplish my tasks have not always been in my repertoire. I was en route to meeting with the local missionary Baptist church youth fellowship group. After swinging my car door open, I clicked my seat belt and started my engine in a frantic. An opportunity to atone for my past life and transgressions, I’ve decided to join the youth fellowship group, although they may not take my efforts seriously, as I rush to meet with them 30 minutes tardy. As I head to meet with the youth group at a coffee shop, I began to ponder if this process of ‘spiritual cleansing’ and adapting to a ‘pure’ way of living was even worth the trouble.
DukeTheVirgoPublished 3 years ago in Humans