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What is she writing?
There she is again, just like everyday before last. I find her to be so odd, always in that knit hat. I think she that has such a lack of purpose to be here. She is always alone but I see her sit over there on that bench watching the children play. Why does she do this, she does not have a child here? There are only 4 children here and they are mine. Everyday she sits there and will write in that little black book. What is she always writing?
Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)Published 3 years ago in HumansOne Black Book short of the Rabbit Hole
Life can be weighted in minutes. Sometimes, one of those minutes can forever alter the course of a life. This thought fleetingly crossed her mind as she ran towards the bus. Slowed down by a bulky handbag and scuffed pointy black shoes, she knew that when her phone rang there were only one of two choices. Be on time for the bus, or find out who the caller is.
Sienna RosePublished 3 years ago in HumansBest Love Vashikaran Specialist in Pune
Love is an important aspect of life that determines many other aspects like marriage, family, kids, and so on. Love is a wonderful feeling that completes a person and helps him grow in life. But, several problems could hinder a happy love life and cause many troubles. People all around the world deal with such problems and in the city of pune, which is the second-largest city in Maharashtra state, people deal with serious problems related to love and relationships that obstruct the way of their happy and long-lasting love life.
Vashikaran Specialist in PunePublished 3 years ago in HumansSamuel's Story
Noah looked down at his watch, “Only 30 more minutes” he thought to himself as he restocked coffee cups for the next day’s morning crew. At the sound of the door chimes knocking together, he looked up to see his regular customer stepping inside. He was a homeless man, with kind eyes who stuck to his routine. Every evening at 5 O’clock he came into the shop to order some chamomile tea and enjoy the warmth of the indoors before braving another night sleeping in the subway. “Chamomile tea for you today?” Noah asked the homeless man. He nodded in response; He was a man of few words. In a matter of seconds, in what seemed like a single swift move behind the counter, Noah produced a steaming cup of tea for the small sum of $1.50. The homeless man reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. “Thank you” he said and was about to walk away but then turned back and asked Noah “What are your plans?” “For tonight? Uh, I’ll probably just head home, maybe watch some TV” Again, the homeless man just nodded before turning around and heading towards his usual table by the window.
Claire BledsoePublished 3 years ago in HumansYou'll Never Believe What Happened To Change My Perception About Chasing Your Dreams.
From the very beginning I knew I was destined for something much greater than where life had taken me. We all have our dreams and our dream killers. Those are people who instill fear or misguided information that your dreams would never work out and it's not worth the risk. That summer was no different than any other. Same ole routines with the same ole town and same ole people. Working, paying bills, being as responsible as I could. You know, "living the dream" and being a productive part of our society where dreams wait while we keep living the same life as yesterday.
Little Black Book
It was a Sunday; the last day of the garage sale season and Rowen wasn’t going to let it go to waste. She rolls out of bed and rushes through her morning routine, eager to get a jump start on the day. She grabs her notepad to check her to-do list.
Sarah NoelPublished 3 years ago in HumansAcada Smeeton
…. Knock knock “Mmmm” he mumbles bleary Knock Knock “Shuush I’m shleeping” he slurs not moving his head from the resting position on top of his crossed arms on the table top.
Iona JacksonPublished 3 years ago in HumansLove at First Sight
If she could go back in time, she never would have married him. Years later, Jessalyn still thinks back to the first time she’d laid eyes on him. But going back and changing the past was something reserved for the motion pictures. She had looked at him and he at her, and it seemed like love at first sight. She had fell for his dazzling smile, his green eyes beneath thick dark lashes. But mostly she fell for the feeling she got when he looked at her; she felt wanted, adored, and privileged. She was a beautiful girl herself but young, and naive and alone. She was never granted the privilege of having parents to teach her or look out for her, and no real relationships ever had the chance to form because of all of the foster home turnover. It had seemed to her that night in the bar though, when he had walked in and their eyes had met, that maybe her luck had changed. She had never met her father, and her mother had given her up to the system when she was just 2 weeks old. Now 18 years old, Jessalyn was completely on her own. Until that night.
The Wedding
I met Liam in Pennsylvania. We were on inner tubes, spinning down the Delaware River, but I was far ahead and moving faster with the current because I was lighter. I noticed him because he had only one leg. He was young, and it was the seventies, so you knew it was the war. He was getting farther behind me, and at a bend he disappeared from view.
Victoria KellyPublished 3 years ago in HumansStories of the 6
It’s 7 a.m. and Louis starts his day with a black coffee and a cigarette as he slowly struts to his Manhattan bound 6 train. What surrounds him at home is vastly different from what he sees throughout the day at his locksmith job in midtown. Day in and day out he falls deeper and deeper into the repetitive nature that is the normal 9-5. That was until one evening, on his hour long train ride back to his apartment in Hunts Point. He witnessed a gentleman, slender and a bit unkempt, sketching with his ballpoint into a moleskine notebook. Louis didn’t think much of it, but he did notice this gentleman’s tendency of looking around the subway car briefly and proceeding to scratch his ballpoint back into the pages of his moleskine notebook. As the 6 train pulled into a station the gentleman hastily got up and left the car. Louis noticed the moleskine notebook on the seat just before the doors closed and as he sat up to yell for the gentleman, the doors closed. Louis picked up the book and put it in his backpack thinking he may run into the slender gentleman again. Louis looked for the gentleman day after day hoping to see him again to return his journal. A week goes by with no sighting. Louis decides to see what it is that this slender gentleman was scratching so rapidly into his moleskine notebook. Upon opening the first page he is looking at beautiful life like renderings of train riders in the subway. As he looks at page after page, he digests the blue ink. Captivated by the subtle beauty of what this gentleman was seeing through his eyes, he gets to the middle of the book where he found himself. Louis looked at himself and saw what the slender gentleman had seen; pain, but captured in a beautiful way.
Joseph BandalosPublished 3 years ago in HumansGood Buy, Love
“So… this is for you. She said you could take it or leave it.” Jonah, who I hadn’t seen in person for years, was matter of fact. They cracked a half smile, looking oddly luminous in their grief. They pulled a small journal out of their bag- found a clearing on the table- a space between our plates, mugs, water glasses, the sundry condiments native to breakfast diners.
A Departing Wink from Ms. Rosa Jean Davis
The day I turned 27, I was all lined up to begrudgingly work a double ‘till 6 in the morning. My general manager, Synthia, was in charge of the schedule and she distinctly disliked me; but I did my job well and never missed a shift, so she never had “just cause” to cut me loose.