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Brother's Book
Brother’s Book: Hidden Pages By Robert Wanless 24 January 2021 I remember finding my oldest brother’s “Little Black Book.” I had heard that these things existed, but I had no idea that they were real. Like, Really real. I was fourteen, and love and girls and all of that was barely real. A girl from the public school kissed me and I almost died, or exploded or something. I thought about it for a long time afterward. I mean, she kissed me. I was confused at the time. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. My brothers talked about this sort of thing frequently, but I usually stayed at home and read books and built model planes.
Rob WanlessPublished 3 years ago in Humans
Roger Johnson : The Turtle Man
Have you ever had a sign from the universe? Did the universe give you a small stone turtle signifying that you, are in fact, a good person? Did the man who gave you the small stone turtle remind you of a happy little turtle himself? Because if so-, wow, we already have a lot in common. That’s uncanny. Maybe like me, you have also never felt like a good person.
Gigi BanksPublished 3 years ago in Humans
Elite and Tawdry - Chapter 1
Tawny Matthews stood before the mailbox in front of her house with bated breath. The fifteen year-old blonde had been waiting patiently for weeks for a response, only to be disappointed every time the mailman paid a visit.
Shamona PretzPublished 3 years ago in Humans
Am I a White Savior?
Long long ago, and in a land far away, I was born. I lived in Mumbai and my earliest memories are of visiting Akanksha with my father. The Akanksha Foundation is a non-profit which helps low-income children receive a holistic education. From my father, I inherited the altruistic gene and loved being able to help those in need.
Diya MehtaPublished 3 years ago in Humans
The Angel
Bedtime. The most wonderful time of the whole day. It is the time I finally get to unwind from all the days activities. It becomes so peaceful in the house. No kids fighting or yelling. No laughing or playing video games. No banging on the drums and keyboard. No Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! Just peace and quiet.
Robyn MossPublished 3 years ago in Humans
A Letter to Sex Buyers
Dear Sex Buyer, From the moment your eyes lock with mine, I cringe and you crave. There is an overwhelming fear that shudders through my body – the fear of not knowing what will happen or what is expected of me. I want to crawl out of my skin while you’re trying to seduce your way in, and I am once again required to give my body to a man who tramples on the will of women. But you paid me, right? Money is a silencer—the reparation for unwelcome sex. And when you have been compensated, you have no right to complain.
Hannah BlairPublished 3 years ago in Humans30th Vibes
I’ve been deep in thought for some time now, thinking away like a clock ticks to the hour, yet through all of my thoughts, there has been no definitive answer. I’m searching for a resolution that I know does not exist. I’m holding out for some miraculous white steed to stumble through my door and save me from all of my fears. Thoughts, everywhere, half cut dreams, procrastinated ambitions, where do I cut the line through all the bullshit and find that one illuminated path to follow?
Lena ParryPublished 3 years ago in HumansSmiles are Like Germs
I tend to be a cynical sort of person. I’ve worked too much in the food service industry to have a great deal of faith in humanity. “John and Jane Q Public should never be allowed out without supervision,” is a favorite quote of mine (coined, I believe, by myself). People are rude to waitstaff, purposefully obtuse and will do anything for a free meal. They allow their children to run amok, talk down to people who are likely as intelligent as themselves, and don’t care a bit to ruin someone else’s day to make themselves feel better.
Donna Sue DavisPublished 3 years ago in Humans
The day I became rich!
Good day, I’m gonna tell you story that happened not so long ago in a place not far from here, about a gentleman whose name is Frank.
Nikki LawrencePublished 3 years ago in HumansWhat Eggs Taught Me About Divorce
When I started living life with my truth at the forefront, it didn’t happen all at once. It takes just as long to unravel the stories you’ve told yourself as it did to spin them in the first place. For me, it started with eggs.
Maria ChapmanPublished 3 years ago in Humans
Whatever You Need
"What's the story, Vincent? You sound pretty upset." The message notification tumbled down from the top of my screen, but my eyes nearly glazed over it. They were too full of wet, stinging anxiety that ran down my cheeks in hot rivulets.
Arcane StaticPublished 3 years ago in Humans
I'm Doing You a Favor
When I walked into my boss's office, I was ready to talk. I had to push to even get this meeting, a meeting which they had promised I would have when I first signed my provisional contract some five months before. The promise was adamant: "After your trial run, we'll have a meeting to discuss whether we'll keep you on and pay you the amount we initially offered, or whether we don't think you'll fit here."
Arcane StaticPublished 3 years ago in Humans
