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Promise
The gentleman gave off an unnatural feeling. He stood a little too close, his clothes were slightly too big for his frame and his glasses were strange in their proportions. The lenses only just bigger than the eyes, the wiring rigid and straight, bent in the centre to help perch on his small ratty nose.
Harry SmithPublished 3 years ago in HumansOne More Miracle
Warm and comforting pleasure spread throughout the coldness of my body the moment that James picked up the envelope on top of his pile of going away gifts.
Alex BellerosePublished 3 years ago in HumansAn Underground River
I remember how it all seemed like a dream. Sometimes a moment can seem to last forever. At other times unfortunately, that moment does last forever.
David FournierPublished 3 years ago in HumansRuthie
It was just after 7:30am when Sophie Thompson’s phone went off. Barely awake, she looked at the time and thought that’s not my alarm… She looked closer to see a text from her boss.
Dying Man's Wish
It was supposed to be another ordinary day. The pandemic has every day feeling like the same day. Today’s itinerary: work, or look for work, groceries, and back home. But it was an unexpected day.
Samantha BengtsonPublished 3 years ago in HumansNavigate The Stars With A Taurus
Although I don’t believe it to be an exact science I do feel that there is some truth behind horoscopes. You’ll never catch me reading a daily horoscope as if it’s bible, but I have the characteristics of a Taurus seared into my brain for life. I don’t think I would care so much if they weren’t true, but the first time I read these characteristics I was shocked by the accuracy of them and how aligned they were with me as a person.
Inez AnettePublished 3 years ago in HumansFairground Attraction
It was our first date and, as if we weren't in our fifties but in our teens, we headed down the shore from different New Jersey towns to go on the rides, play Skee-Ball, and make out on the beach. Kids, dogs, jobs--a night at Seaside had not happpened in our lives for decades. Is there anything better than sliding across the vinyl seat of the Himalaya and being caught in a boy's arms while you're both laughing?
Donna RaskinPublished 3 years ago in HumansSerendipity
I remember the first time I realised this was something I was never going to be able to forget. As Stefan and I were walking in the frozen foods aisle, I gripped the little black book with the shopping list staring perversely at each item I needed to buy. It hit me like an iceberg, for a moment I half-stepped into my reality and since the first time our eyes locked, I looked at him and truly felt empty inside. Love which began as hot as embers now felt dull and distant. Manifesting itself through other forms leaving a trail of resentment and disappointment. I kept replaying it in my mind "the frozen foods aisle’?!? Really!" Of all places, this is where I am going to have to face the truth.
Unearthed
Rika packed her small black notebook and pen into the pocket of her radiation suit - gearing up to go outside for her weekly scavenge for life above ground. She took a quick look around her small cell, at the small bed in the corner, the bookshelf that only held small treasures she'd found outside, and at the rug she'd fashioned out of moss. The compound was more like a prison than a home - at least that's what her grandmother had told her when she was young. Rika had spent all of her life living underground since she'd been born after the war and was only allowed to go to the surface once a week to avoid prolonged exposure to potential radiation. The war had happened when her grandmother was young and only lasted a couple of weeks since the nukes had been deployed from almost every country that had them, but the after effects lasted well beyond that. It had already been 50 years since the end of world war three.
Courtney HendricksonPublished 3 years ago in HumansOn the Fringes: The Waves
“Kelsey, I am not like you. My life’s led by the passions of now and the monotony of work just isn’t for me”, Mobley shuffled into the rain, raising an umbrella over his crimson head. Kelsey stood in the doorway admiring his redness – his hue an eternal blush, and his heart a fiery blaze. Mobley turned back and locked eyes with Kelsey, extending his umbrella slightly to cover the dead space between the brick storefront and the sidewalk. Offering a curt laugh in apology, Kelsey stepped down into the sanctuary of the translucent covering. Cinnamon was still on Mobley’s breath, and the smell melted Kelsey’s heart as they turned back towards for whence, they came. He’s one to talk about monotony, they thought, after all I know no one else that has such a rapid and persistent rhythm. As the space between the two warmed, and they watched Mobley silently, Kelsey thought, this is why I have friends.
Nadir SherrodPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Moleskine
Ron raised his right hand to his mouth, meticulously nibbling at each nail before turning his attention to the left. He didn’t know whether it was the race or the knowledge of what was waiting for him at home that was having this effect on him.
Josh PowellPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe bus ride.
“Next stop, Sunset Boulevard & Irving Street.” repeated the recorded voice, cutting through the low hum of morning talk and eager taxis shooting by. It always had sounded too good to be true, Luca thought. Anyone who chose to include “Sun” in the name of a place was asking for trouble. But then again you couldn’t fault them for avoiding the more honest option of “Fog Boulevard”.
Cam HendersonPublished 3 years ago in Humans