literature
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My Lucky Unlucky Day
My Lucky Unlucky day Damn, I can't believe my car broke down again. This is the fourth time this month. I could really use a miracle right now. I'm going to be late for work too! Again! I'll be lucky if i don’t get fired. This is great. I guess I'll be walking the 5 miles from the highway onramp back home. And if that isn't bad enough my phone is just about dead.
By Mary creighton6 years ago in Humans
Have a Glass of Champagne
The coffee cup sat on the corner of the desk half drunk. The steam had already subsided and occasional waves of hazelnut drifted on the HVAC laden air. The blue hue from the computer screen demanded attention like a toddler kicking and screaming at the injustice of a different colored cup. Work, work, work was the mantra. The mantra repeated itself like an old school record skipping.
By Fuzzy Slippers6 years ago in Humans
Not All Knowledge
Finally, four o’clock arrives. I don’t live far from work, maybe a mile. I usually just walk every day. St. George’s Bar is having a BOGO sale on whiskey shot tonight. Maybe I’ll stop by for an hour or so. As I get to the bar, Ashley, the bartender, asks me if I want ‘the usual.’ I nod distracted by the guy who comes to sit right next to me. This bar is never busy so there’s usually plenty of seats, so why did he suddenly sit next to me? “Hello madam.” His strange dialect catches me off guard once more. “I’ll have what he’s having.” He looks over to me then takes one of his shots and tosses it back. “That’s a strong drink. Bad day?” I’m dumbfounded unsure of what’s happening right now. “Are you alright?” he asks with a nonchalant look. “Oh, um, yes. I’m fine,” I clear my voice.
By chelsey miles6 years ago in Humans
The Cost of Cowries
Thin clouds – the kind that form in feathery wisps and disappear before you can be sure they were ever there at all – dance gracefully along the deep blue line of the horizon. That’s the way I start every story, have done since I was about eleven. I haven’t got an imagination, which is why it's fortunate that so many of my memories of our childhood happen to be beautiful.
By Winnie Stubbs6 years ago in Humans
Obsession
I hadn’t been in New York City for very long but the sprawl of the metropolitan landscape and the lights, especially at night, had captured my imagination and attention like no place ever had. I was raised in upstate New York, in a rural town just south of the great Lake Ontario. It was beautiful country and my father was an apple farmer. He had managed to parlay the fruits of the land into a respectable income that had allowed our family to have an upper middle-class experience in the setting of a lower middle-class community. My best friend from college, Vicki, had joined me in my quest to move to NYC and we were fast friends and roommates since moving to the city.
By Carol Cornwell Strickland6 years ago in Humans
A Summer Dream
My names Amelia and this is the story about how I found and lost $20,000. I suppose I should probably start at the beginning. It starts on a beautiful summer day in July. Lincoln is going back to normal after the beloved 4th of July festivities that happen in the town square. It is warm, but it isn’t hot because there is a subtle cross breeze that sweeps over town. My friends and I are at the popular swimming hole: staple rock. We are sitting on the rock drinking wine coolers and relaxing under the summer sun. My friend Julie stands up abruptly and asks, “can we go? I’m getting hot.”
By Anita Mary Amell6 years ago in Humans
Incarnate
A young woman made her way down the steep embankment towards the pier. She wore a light sundress, with a faded flower pattern. It was mostly white, with blues and yellows scattered across. She carried a small bag that looked very thin, the design long gone to sun damage. She had a wearied look about her. She looked like she had just walked several miles to get here, and by the way her shoes, slip on flats, were covered with dirt and mud, it was clear that she walked more miles than she was prepared for.
By A F Kraven6 years ago in Humans
The Notebook
My fingers caress it, cherishing the worn warm softness of the oilcloth cover, delighting in the familiarity of feel, the slight unevenness here and there from time spent nestled in bags, pockets, or pressed against erratic surfaces. This paper child of mine, which once was lost but now is found, is filled with memories both tangible and ephemeral… It’s witness to a journey, an adventure, a transformation.
By Anna Lindsay6 years ago in Humans
BY THAT SIN FELL THE ANGELS
He was almost certain it took just as long for him to turn the bed down, as it did for her to make it; at least, that’s what he told himself. He’d seldom had to make it because he always left for work before she was awake. It was only fair he should turn it down every night, he supposed.
By ben woestenburg6 years ago in Humans
