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Something to Believe in
It was another Tuesday afternoon, Luca sat in his white Suzuki with his head down against the steering wheel. His boss had pulled him aside earlier that day to let him know that his performance and tendency to drag his feet couldn't be tolerated anymore and as a result he was being let go.
InnateApathyPublished 3 years ago in HumansTiny Tenant
Jeremy, a short and curious blonde-haired 7-year-old boy, had a fascination with critters. He figured a bright shiny summer day like today would be great to get outside with his notebook, a smooth small journal with a black face, and fresh white pages to write on. Shuffling out into the yard, Jeremy spots a modestly small snail on a bush. His new little friend wiggles from one leaf to the other, munching on bits as he passes by. The snail, green in tint with a beautifully intricate brown shell, lifts its head towards Jeremy. Jeremy is thrilled to have caught the attention of his new pal, begins to write. "This snail loves to eat leaves!" "He saw I was looking at him!". Jeremy decides it's best to leave the snail to his business for now. He carts his book further into the backyard with him to note the butterflies and stick-bugs wandering around.
Thomas SpencePublished 3 years ago in HumansBlack Is A Lucky Color
He paced around the room for what must’ve felt like hours. Occasionally he would glance back at the small black pocketbook on the coffee table. Finally, he stopped pacing and stared at its contents once more. At that moment he decided that this was a sign, it had to be because how else could he have been this lucky.
Paloma GallardoPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Bookstore That Never Was
He stared at the final page of the small black notebook he’d picked up only 17 days ago. Scribbled across the middle of the page was the word “congratulations” and in the top right-hand corner, the date: March 2nd, 2021. He was nervous. If the last 17 days were anything to go by, this could literally mean anything. There was no way to tell. The only thing he knew for sure was that in two days, it would be March 2nd and he was terrified.
Morten JensenPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Car was Empty
I glanced around as the ceiling fan hummed a gentle breeze on my face. The car was on empty. “That seemed right,” I thought, for nothing had really changed since I had laid down, protesting reality. Why protest reality? Because what had reality ever given me?
AlessandroPublished 3 years ago in HumansWhat a Find.
A cool breeze disturbed the lace curtains in the drafty New-England home, as a weathered gray pickup truck lurched into the driveway, bed full of bins and totes. Father and son, hopping out of the cab began unloading parcels into the garage while a girl waited at the drafty window.
Brett CochranPublished 3 years ago in HumansSingles in Minneapolis Are Logging Off Their Dating Apps
While popular dating apps are free, easily accessible, and can work single who are looking for a casual relationship, the opportunity to invest in a professional matchmaker to help you find a life long partner is something more and more singles in Minneapolis are doing. Love seeking singles are logging of their dating apps for good and are outsourcing love to professional matchmakers in Minneapolis.
TrendingModelsPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Gold Watch
I stumbled upon a little black notebook in the attic while I was rummaging through my great-grandma’s belongings, in the summer of 2020. The little black book had little significance to me, but I’m sure it was at least as old as my grandma had been when she died at the ripe age of 99.
Heely GolianPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Suitcase
This tale will begin as such: This day began just like any other. This day was thought to be normal or average at best. It was thought to perhaps be ordinary. However, we know that nowadays are quite odd. Nowadays are seemingly the same, day in and day out. Lengthened by the same old same of mundane pleasantries and tasks. Yet, these days are undoubtedly a kind of bizarre made normal. The “New Normal” as it has been coined.
Erin WarfieldPublished 3 years ago in HumansSecrets in the Fall
I remember the first snowfall, how I stuck my tongue out to catch the cold. The cold... I will never forget the coldness of your hands. It was just an accident with no deeper meaning. I hated myself for thinking, what a dumb way to die. My cousin, who had blue hair since before I could talk and pierced his lips before punk rock made it cool. You rode your skateboard everywhere, smoked weed and drank Forty’s. God, I wish I could have talked to your longer. We had all thought the lung cancer would have killed you first, but cigarettes do not seem so bad anymore especially when you smoked them since you were twelve and would have probably still be smoking them today. Because the cigarettes did not kill you, neither did the alcohol nor weed. None of your bad habits did you in like we used to say, no your death was simple, too simple for someone as rad as you were.
Narissa NarotamPublished 3 years ago in HumansTime Well Spent
There has to be a metaphor here. I will admit that I have found myself in some rather unpleasant homes before – I have slept on couches of drug addicts and accompanied the abused on the run from their abuser – but this has got to be the most unpleasant. I can feel the street sludge from last week’s winter snowfall soaking into my backside as I lay crumpled on the cement. I have found that as soon as you make your home where the sidewalk meets the storefront, you become cellophane to the strangers who pass you. Not having a permanent residence has never bothered me much, I have never stayed in one place for very long. It is the invisibility that haunts me. I have value, you know. No one likes to be ignored. When I was young, I bounced from home to home. I was never any trouble, and most held onto me for as long as they could, but my home will always be ever changing. I am old and worn now, and still I drift through society. I have been called many names, but I prefer George. It fits the image of the man people see me as. A woman on her cellphone passes me without a second glance.
Callisto StarsPublished 3 years ago in HumansWindfall
It was one of those days where you just want to punch a clown in the face. Eugene didn’t know where he might be able to find a clown-for-hire on such short notice, but at that point, he considered it might be worth his time to do some research.
Craig OlsonPublished 3 years ago in Humans