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FACING THE LEFT BEHIND
It was a particularly warm Sunday morning. The world outside was already in the midst of its rhythms, neighbors mowing lawns, others washing cars. Others, in their Sunday best, raced off to church, but as the world was happening outside he was inside. To be exact, he was in a room he hadn’t stepped into for some time, a room that had been closed off and ignored, but here he was standing and staring. He was staring at a cheque. His whole being boiled with frustration as he tried to come to terms with the amount. Whether it was a big amount or a small amount, what did this amount suggest about his worth? What did this declare about his value. These questions ran through his mind in such a consuming way that all the noise of outside was nonexistent. Nothing outside this room existed. In this moment, all existence was a dim dust filled room with only a gush of light flowing across the wall and desk.
By Scott Wellard6 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 4/10
Out of the three hundred women who had signed up for the tournament, only 269 made it to the castle gate before sunset. Mei sighed in relief that she was one of them. The tips of her fingers aged with the frost. Rubbing her hands together, she covered her mouth an blew into them. After a minute of panting, she couldn't keep her hands of Bessie. Maidens in lilac dresses laughed at her as Mei kissed Bessie's ears. Many others glared at in disgust. What the hell was she doing showing such affection to a cow? In the higher classes, cows were only good for beef and milk. Bessie may not be as aesthetically pleasing as a horse, but she was loyal and helpful. If it wasn't for the sweet cow, she was certain to be stuck in some bush somewhere.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 3/10
"Is that the farmer's daughter?" "What was she thinking signing up?" "No way would a prince want her?" The first task was designed to sort out the wheat from the chaff. Pantalon's capital city, Bulbabutt was thick with people. Mei knew she was out of place in her brown rags and green apron whereas the other women wore fancy frocks and shiny rocks. Prince Inbu was nowhere to be seen. In his place was a clown dressed in purple stripes and green stars and a yellow nose.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 2/10
Mei stretched her arms, leaning back against the mattress. She rolled over, feeling the sun rays on her face. Even without the chickens crowing, she knew it was time to get up. Two Shih Tzu dogs jumped on her bed. The black one Oxo, pulled the covers away, the white one, Tenshi, licked her hand and using her tongue to slap Mei's face.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
"Top hat....tie....suit....shoes," Henry murmured to himself,"PANTS?!?," he screamed. "No wait, I do...I do have pants." Every morning Henry would go through the same routine and every morning he felt like something was missing. Something was always missing. However, this day Henry had better fortune and all was perfect. In another room, a sweet old lady. "Henry!!! Don't forget to pay the gardener!!" For a little old lady she could break walls with her voice. "Will do, my sweet," Henry responded. What fortune led to Henry when he discovered something uneasy on his mind. Forget paying the gardener, there were other more dangerous forces at play. Like the silent thunder of the colossus of a hurricane, a storm was rising. Rising fast. Henry could not stop it, even if he wanted to. Hope seemed lost. Wait, maybe if....Yes. "The Little Black Book?" Henry stared out into the garden, whose roses and tulips were ever more light from the blazing sun. He had no clue where he left the Little Black Book last. Perhaps the garden. The events in motion had already been in motion, unstoppable for the time being. "I've got to find that Little Black Book," Henry said, with a cold tone, "I've got to." The present. A gift wrapped from time. There is now, Henry could only go on pretending everything was alright, until the discovery of the Little Black Book's location. There was only now. Out the door, to the garden, straight forward a bit, slightly to the left, no, the other left, ok, right a bit, and there. Standing in a sitting position was the gardener, a mysterious man. "Hello, Mr. Henry," a dark malicious voice, and yet. Holding a Gertrude Jekyll, a rose of English nature somehow made the gardener a less, scary man. Yes, a little less scary. Only when he would bring up knowledge of weapons of war and tactics would he fit his own persona. "Lovely day," Henry responded, avoiding eye contact with the gardener. A much quicker pace than usual, Henry felt like he was escaping the gardener rather than walking away from him. 8:00a.m. Secret Service of SHE, an organization specialized in the strange happing events of the world. Progress Report, information on Henry. File open: Henry Marvin W William S Gohnsun, age: 15 over 50, occupation: Professor. Of Knowledgeable Tactics To Find Ancient Items, Little Black Book: Missing. Class begins at 9:30a.m. and the students fill the room. Today, today was different. Henry had been training all his students, and today was the day they would show their worth. Who would fail and who would pass was up to one special task. "Hello, my pupils," he began. "Today you all have one task at hand, to find the Little Black Book. The first one to find it will be rewarded 20 thousand dollars. Once located, under no circumstances must you open it. The most brutal and dangerous consequences to those who look inside, a misfortune you will regret. How will you know if the Little Black Book is the one. Well. You'll have a cold chill on your spine and the world will feel as if the warmth from the sun was a illusion, only a projection of a warmth, A warmth you'll come to miss and long for and every moment you hold the book will you want to be rid of it and end your Chilling, Uneasy, TORTUROUS, MOTION OF EVENTS THAT IS, WAS, WILL BE FOREVER!!!,." he pauses. "That is how you will know." So began the search. 11:00a.m., Secret Service Of SHE. File open: Sarah WellinForth, occupation: Student. Of Knowledgeable Tactics To Find Ancient Artifacts, age: 15 below 35, Little Black Book: Searching....Found. Was it a coincidence that she would find it, probably not. She had a gift, a present from time. As she was walking home, a chill ran down her spine, the same chill Henry described. A certain call, a talking storm would lead her way. Lead her straight to the Little Black Book. A mysterious third party, an unnatural force that would lead her straight to the Little Black Book. "Professor, I have found it," Sarah opened her backpack and from a clothe slowly unwrapped the Little Black Book. "You have? How did you come by it, How?" Asked Henry. "You aren't the only one with magic abilities professor, but it was not my doing. A greater force has led me here," she explained, in a rather low voice for some reason. "Did....you look inside," Henry's eyes darkened. Dead serious expression. "No," she said, with an even lower voice for some reason. Sarah stood, "your reward?", in awe. Professor Henry took the book and carefully opened just out of view of Sarah. He began. "Hahaha, AHAHAHAHA, Finally I have it, my fortunes have changed. The darkness of the gardener will no longer fill my thoughts, I AM FREE," Henry bellowed out. Sarah sensed something uneasy, as the professor grabbed a feathered ink pen and vegan to write in the Little Black Book. Slowly and surly, each stroke felt cursed, the walls felt like they were closing in, THE WORLD RUMBLED, AND THE FORCES BEGAN TO UPHOLD EVERY MOMENT MOMENTUM GREW EVER DARKER AND THEN...."Here you go," Henry ripped a sheet from the Little Black Book and handed it to Sarah. "You....it...A Check?!??!, Your very dangerous Little Black Book is a check book? What kind of consequences would opening a check book be." "Well," said Henry," I wouldn't have paid you haha." The only force that led Sarah to find the Little Black Book was her School loans, and probably because she needed to buy some warmer clothes. Also hunger. Yeah she was very hungry. Henry thanked her for finding the Little Black Book, and left for home. At the gate he stared down the gardener. "Do you have what I need," the gardener said maliciously. Henry handed the gardener a gold figure, "cursed, why do you want this." "To change the fortunes, from a Little Black Book to the Present, a gift from time." "I will rain down Beautiful Roses and Dandelions, the green will fill the earth, and everyone will fear, THE GARDENER." "Yes you will," said Henry. With the power of the Little Black Book. The end.
By Vlado O-06 years ago in Humans
Morality Shaken
She won… SHE WON! My roommate who knows nothing about art, won the painting contest. As I watch her open the letter in excitement, I feel enraged. I worked hard. I put in effort and time and SHE won. She worked on her piece for five minutes. Literally doing nothing. As she pulled out the check of twenty thousand dollars, I stormed out.
By Shyan Apple6 years ago in Humans
Grandpa's Games
Cleveland scattered the attic looking for his dad’s old baseball card collection. “Mom! I cant find them anywhere up here!” He screamed.
By William Speight6 years ago in Humans
The Tack Trader
The barn was cold for an April morning here. The smell of bran mash and alfalfa was the stuff dreams were made of. In the third stall down, on the left, Travis sat with a sorrel mare named Kite. He carefully picked the excess of her chestnuts off of her right front leg. The crunch of hay, and the picking of the boney growth, was all that could be heard.
By Dena Danzig6 years ago in Humans
Lela
Lela sat at her porcelain clad vanity, studying the woman in front of her. Silent tears escaped her eyes and she hastily wiped them away. Almost angry they had appeared at all. Not today, she thought. Glancing at the looming clock above her, she sighed and acknowledged he would be home soon. There was only one hour remaining to prepare for his arrival. She needed to check on the pot pie in the oven. Her mind drifted back to simpler times. The first time she made her Grandmother’s chicken pot pie for him. They had just moved in together, and she was excited to treat her man to the delicious meal. She beamed across the table as he ooo’d and ahh’d, praising her talent, thanking her for spoiling him as she did. Back then, it was a pleasure to take care of her man. Now, it was a chore. A demand. And she hated having to make the dish when he requested it. It was a slap in the face to her precious memory of them. Before things changed. Before he changed.
By Chelby6 years ago in Humans
Goodbye, Mr B
Struggling to his feet and pushing his bent wire-rims back up his bloodied nose, Arthur Bletchley was overcome with the unbearable feeling that everything in his life up until that moment had been a sham, a farce, an extravagant charade – and not the kind that he liked to play at dinner parties.
By Joseph George6 years ago in Humans
My Little Black Book
This incredible story begins in 2019, after I had my first premonitory dream. To be honest, I don’t know if it was my dream which was premonitory or if it was the little black book in which I wrote that dream that was magical. Anyway, all I know is that since I started using this notebook, I’ve realised that all my dreams were coming true!
By Astrid NORDIN6 years ago in Humans
Mrs. Mays Little Black Book
Hyacinth May wandered through Jacobson Park one Sunday morning, her regular routine, feeding the ducks at the pond with the last slices of her near stale loaf.
By Robert Prescott6 years ago in Humans