literature

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Memories
Sleep-ridden, my mind registered vague shapes and murmurs through squinted eyes, as if I were eavesdropping on a reality I ought not to see. As I slowly regained consciousness, some words grew clearer until one in particular brought me to my senses. Heather. Not the flower, but my name. However, it had not come from whatever hallucination I was having, but from my mother, who by the sounds of it, was across the hallway outside my door, likely pacing as she does when attending to a particularly stressful call.
By Damon.FA6 years ago in Humans
Where No One Dares Go
They never had storms like this, not in Riley's little town. It had always been such a serene place. So unsuspecting. A quiet hamlet tucked away from the chaos of the rest of the world. However, for tonight at least, the blackened sky above her was angry; unrelenting.
By Siobhan Pickett6 years ago in Humans
A Matter of Honor
It was 1997. I was a senior in high school, eager to venture out into the world and secure in the knowing the universe revolved around me. The world wide web was America Online, everyone on the planet wanted to wear Air Jordans, and I lived around the corner from the Mall of America. What more proof did I need?
By Jim Gourley6 years ago in Humans
Immigrant
Work, work and work again. Just another day in this company. I wish I could say that I like it, but, honestly, it was just one big joke. I remember what my boss told me once:
By Dominik Vladulovič6 years ago in Humans
A Little Black Book
A Little Black Book By Nancee Wipperfurth Killoran Susan tripped in the mud on the playground. She had ducked out of the staff meeting in the library because the air was stifling. Dust had settled across the tops and down the spines of the books on the shelves and found its way through her mask and into her nose, and she had started to sneeze. One of her colleagues had offered her a tissue. Even that had the smell of dust. In-person school was due back after the virus and this was the first in a series of staff meetings. Susan had pulled her mask down in the fresh virus-free air outside. She wondered if the students had come to this playground while school was virtual. Did they wear masks? Did they wash their hands after?
By Nancee Marie6 years ago in Humans
Little Black Journal
“SIR, YOU LEFT YOUR…” it was no use, thought Mosbey. The gentleman in the clean blue suit had already stepped off the train and into the rain under the shade of his umbrella. How could a man in a suit forget anything? Especially something he was just writing in. Mosbey hopped across the aisle into the now empty neighboring seat and picked up the notebook. It was a small black thing, small enough to fit into one’s breast pocket, so he put it in his own. Other riders on the platform plodded onto the train car and found themselves empty seats. Then the whistle blew and the train departed.
By Ellen Nev6 years ago in Humans
Finders, Keepers
Finders Keepers An adventure between a self-proclaimed Pirate, and a Maine Ice Princess. Late January 2020. Let us look in.
By Colette Shumate Smith6 years ago in Humans
An Unexpected Ally
A door slams shut aways left… neighbor exiting house. Across the street, a thin, stray-lookin' dog makes its' rounds. Child-laughter lingers in the air fair, fresh n' hopeful.
By Andrew McKay6 years ago in Humans
Wobbly Wheels
Hannah could not believe her good luck when she found a shopping cart without wobbly wheels. It is important to have a smooth operating cart to navigate turns and avoid obstacles without the cart making unexpected jerky movements due to the silly wheels – especially when your cart is full, which can then become very heavy and is hard enough to manage at the best of times.
By Katie Anderson6 years ago in Humans
The Key to Big Change
Mary The night before was a hard one for Mary. She had just gotten home from her 12 hour shift at the hospital. Her back was aching, and feet cramping as she walked into her home with one wish: to crawl in bed and never get back out. But as she walked through that door, her day job ended and her other job began: adulting. Mary knew she had a hamper full of laundry, a sink full of dishes, dinner that needed to be made... and that was just for the night.
By Kelsey Lynn6 years ago in Humans
Watch Me Soar
On any other occasion, I might have missed the little black book. Might have registered it in my mind as discarded trash – one of many pieces that glittered the park with the candor of human fallibility. It was the $100 dollar bill sticking out, writhing in the wind trying to escape its black prison that caught my eye as I bent down to tie my shoe.
By Lynae Morningstar6 years ago in Humans
The Room Is Always There
There I was, back in a somewhat cozy bed. Dropped from a static dream that had encapsulated me for what felt like a lifetime. As my eyes and mind adjusted, the bricks began to come into focus and I couldn't help feeling part of me was still in the realm of sleep.
By Rima Khalek6 years ago in Humans