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Bless you
It was dark and he was driving. He couldn’t only drive when it was light out, that’d cut way into his arrival time. And he really needed to be on time.
Jade KedrickPublished 3 years ago in HumansBarcelona
I already know how many leaves are on the tree. I planted the tree. I know everything about the tree. You don’t need to give me useless information about my own tree, but you continue to record in your little black notebook how many leaves hang from the branches, and there is nothing I can do to stop you.
Megan MalfiPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Anomaly
At this point the man no longer remembers how long it has been since he last slept indoors. The nights begin to blur together almost as much as the days, days spent thinking of all the tiny, irrelevant mistakes that culminated in a significant relevance. He lays on the bench looking up at the stars trying not to think about all the thoughts he’s already thought before. He struggles to remember a poem from his past. Something about proofs and diagrams? ‘So soon I became tired with accountability,’ was that the line? He knew how it ended, as he too sat in the mystical moist night air and looked up in perfect silence at the stars.
Brian TuomiPublished 3 years ago in HumansBook Learning
Still in disbelief I managed to stumble to the bench and collapse my mind that was racing as fast as my pulse. The questions whirled around in my brain to the point the rainbow melded to white. What was I going to do, should I tell anyone, what would they think, how would they treat me after knowing, JUST BREATH, my mind finally screamed. A break from the questions yielded to shivering and sweat, then to elbows on the knees, head in hands, looking down, coming back to myself I saw a small black rectangle which appeared to be a thin book. Straightening up a bit I reached down and picked it up. The soft pliable cover felt of leather, it was very thin and a bit worn. Looking it over I opened the cover and it had pages of a modeled linen color and only a few of them; it appeared to be old and well used. I flipped to the front page and in a flowing text were the words "I'm Yours". Hmmmm odd, my mind stopped the thought process for a moment; it looked good, felt good, and sort of felt like it was mine. Looking around I hoped I didn't see anybody looking like they may have dropped this little black book. Shaking my head I stood up and tucked the book into my pocket, it took my mind off the other and just continued the weirdness of this day. My feet propelled me onward and for now the questions had stopped and I felt the warmth of my heart.
Terry J DavisPublished 3 years ago in HumansFinders, Keepers
Me and Charlie was sharing a place down on 16th Street. We weren’t close friends or anything, just sorta sharing the space. I had been sleeping behind an empty warehouse up on 12th but they decided to turn it into condos and ran me off. The guy who had been sharing with Charlie packed up and went to Texas, at least he said he was headed that way. We ran into each other at the free breakfast at the mission and got to talking about our situations. I needed a regular place, and Charlie needed somebody to kind of watch over him. He said he’d had two strokes, at least. Two that had been diagnosed and maybe a couple more little ones where he hadn’t been able to get to a doctor. He said he’d sometimes kind of zone out and it was usually no big deal, but he needed somebody to be around who could get help if he didn’t come back.
JR SprawlsPublished 3 years ago in HumansJust a Little Crabby
Astrology is an amazing field of study. I have always been fascinated with the stars and the moon as I was growing up. I would study the stars and the constellations even as a small child. I had the most amazing glow-n-the dark star stickers when I was small. I put the stars on my ceiling in their constellations and made sure my ceiling looked exactly like it would during certain parts of the year. I thought it was pretty awesome to go to bed every night looking at the stars.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
Yesterday, a day ago, a new day would begin. I thought of all the wondrous things, the light I had within. So many years, so many days, I couldn’t find my strength. I focused on my weaknesses at the start of every day.
naomi mackPublished 3 years ago in HumansBlastophaga psenes
“Your student aid income-driven repayment plan recertification deadline is approaching.” The email notification lurks on the screen of my phone. I can’t deal with this right now; it’s six in the morning and the parks won’t landscape themselves. I flick the notification off of my screen and rustle through the pile of laundry on my desk chair to grab the palm-sized black notebook from the pocket of yesterday’s pants. I use the dim light of my phone to see the page as I jot down a reminder to respond to the student aid email. As I shuffle to the toilet, I swipe away more notifications on autopilot. The last one catches my attention and I open it to allow myself a few moments of escapism in the dark void that is Twitter.
'When you do dance'
“That looks like Downton Abbey to me.” Two teenagers stand gawping at the gates of the regal, cream, brick building of the Royal Ballet School, situated in the lush green of Richmond park. Anya continues talking to her friend Vicky who is still mesmerized, “I can't believe you dragged us all this way though! Oi, Vic, I'm talking to you!” She playfully nudges Vicky who finally responds,
Eloise Lovell AndersonPublished 3 years ago in HumansCosmic Consciousness
Ya know what would be really cool? I would love to track down other people born at the same time and the same date as me…that long, summer night forty years ago when the sun was sitting on the horizon for a moment…and to see what their lives are like and how they express themselves.
Erin McElroyPublished 3 years ago in HumansChicago to anywhere.
She was going a million miles an hour, I was just sitting still admiring the way her hair flowed so profoundly with every flawlessly graceful move she made. Her ferocious eyes shot me through the heart and in that instant my world changed forever. I was hooked, not in a Dustin Hoffman sort of way, but in an inexplicable sort of way that electrified the cobwebs deep within my decrepit heart. From the very tippy-top of my cap through the electrified soles of my shoes, I knew my existence would never be the same.
the decreezPublished 3 years ago in HumansAs it's Written
The man took a long sip before spitting half the drink back in the cup. The barista had gotten his order wrong. It was always the same barista who got his order wrong. And another Chai Tea. He didn’t understand. Did he look like a man who drank Chai Tea?
Peter VoithPublished 3 years ago in Humans