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Scratch That
BEER - CIGARETTES - LOTTERY - HOT FOOD. These were the delights offered by the convenience store in which Bhavna Patel had labored for the past six years. To call barely-warmed rotisserie hot dogs hot food was stretching it a bit, but otherwise, it was a fair advertisement. The owner was committed to giving his customers what they wanted, and in this part of town, that meant cheap eats, beer, smokes, and lottery tickets. Business was brisk. Bhavna was usually kept quite busy working the cash register or marking prices during her ten hour shift. But there were lulls.
By Michael Guerin6 years ago in Humans
Forward
Who is this novel series for? Hi. My name is R. L. Laster and I'm the author of the novel series INEFFABLE. This novel series is comparable to scripts like HELEN KELLER, THE POWER OF NOW and THE ALCHEMIST. INEFFABLE is qualified to be in such greats' because of the profound impact and transformative qualities it has on the reader. The question is 'who is this for?'.
By R. L. LASTER6 years ago in Humans
Everything is Temporary
For my shy friend. This is a story I've always wanted to tell but never had the time to tell it. I want to thank my best friend Shyanne for being patient with me while I wrote this.
By Bubbles6 years ago in Humans
The Void
He awoke to light surrounding him. The bright ambience seemed to have no origin, it merely left a glow on every surface. He looked around curiously, noticing there was only one surface in site–a smooth whiteness extending into the distance before him with just a touch of warmth to its color and every inch gently gleaming. It was a lovely thing to behold–a flawless palette of possibilities.
By Julia Furman6 years ago in Humans
Cunning
On a rocky stretch of coast, far from the tourist homes and trendy cafes, a young woman sat in the damp sand and thought about drowning. She used to collect stories about sirens, those enchanting masters of seduction and cunning who would lure sailors to their death on the coasts of islands. She lived by the sea, too, and used to climb out of bed after reading these stories and stare at the inky blackness that lay beyond the rows of houses.
By Karleah Olson6 years ago in Humans
Ghost Train
Mrs. Lattie Birkenhead, the Widow of Birch Copse It was a fine May morning in Yorkshire. The sky was cloudless and birds could be chirping from the manicured shrubs planted in front of the Birkenhead household. While it was a beautiful day, it should be noted it was a strange day. There was not any rain. It was also strange because this fine morning of May twenty-eighth, Lionel Birkenhead was found dead in a hotel bed in Italy. Conversely, Mrs. Lattie Birkenhead was asleep in Birch Copse, their Yorkshire home.
By Ellen Nev6 years ago in Humans
The Fiery Object
“My uncle is dead,” I announced as I came into the room. Jack, my roommate, was kneeling in front of our coffee table and staring at a series there of three Newton's cradles. He turned to look at me. “You seem awfully broken up. I see how it affected your appetite.”
By Susan Joy Clark6 years ago in Humans
Going Home,
She had passed by it so many times, that which sat on a shelf deep inside her, covered in dust. The dust that accumulates when you have self-doubt, the clutter that happens when you lack confidence. As the years passed and she grew from a child into an adult, Her life continued to get harder, By the time she reached the age of 30, she couldn't see it at all anymore so she stopped looking.
By Ashley C6 years ago in Humans
A House Betrayed
Columbus, Ohio Spring 2017 The day was extremely hot and humid one for this time of year. However, that didn't stop the tens of thousands of people who gathered outside of the historic Ohio Stadium. They came from nearby and afar not for a football game mind you, but to witness love ones graduate from the famed Ohio State University. One of those graduating sat hidden amongst the thousands of other graduates. A stunning brunette whose exceptionally bright and highly intelligent young woman. Her physique looked as if a sculptor carved out of marble, but if was from the countless hours she spent at the gym when she wasn’t studying. Charlotte-Jacques Reis her given name, but those who knew her called her Charlie. She glanced up at the podium where Dr. M. K. Samuels stood. She was the first Black-American woman to be named president of the university.
By James E. Reese6 years ago in Humans
A Most Curious Maid
Most people use the hotel safe to lock up what they perceive as their most valuable items: passports, jewelry, and cash. They trust the heavy door and combination will protect their most valuable possessions. But what they forget to lock up, as Claudia knows, is their diary. Luckily for Claudia, she never had to crack open a safe or dig through a guest’s belongings too much in order to find a diary. In fact, sometimes it’s tucked under a pillow or even left idle on the desk and Claudia would’ve had to touch it anyway while making the room impeccably clean during her shifts as a maid in a five-star hotel in New Orleans.
By S. S. Esty6 years ago in Humans
The History of This Place Cannot Be So Completely Erased
“A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river / but then he’s still left / with the river.” Richard Siken, “Boot Theory”
By Fallon B6 years ago in Humans
No Place Like Home
No Place Like Home: Chapter 3: "The Long Shadow" Highway I55 crossing Rainbow Towers Way, Friday, June 7, 2024, 1945 hrs:
By Rob Nelson6 years ago in Humans