literature

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Sunday Apostasy
Sunday Apostasy By Cristina Burduja I am a piece of paper. I am ivory. I have something written on me. It was written this morning. Written with a dull pencil, it scratched my surface. I was just another piece of paper, until there was something written on me. Now I have to wait for someone to read me.
By Cristina Burduja6 years ago in Humans
Pass the Book
Hannah sits in the waiting area waiting to be called into the bank associates office. She tightens and squeeze constantly mangling her
By AmDevLP6 years ago in Humans
Magic Black Book
The item sitting on her countertop gave her an ominous feeling and whether that feeling was something based upon her own intuition or based upon media circus from two years prior, she wasn’t sure. Taking a drink of her coffee she contemplated the legitimacy of the book. Was it possible for it to be real? Shaking her head, she set her cup down and made her to the living room to begin tidying up, picking up the toys that had been strewn across the floor due to her youngest. A smile crossed her face for a moment as she recalled last night’s adventures.
By Lex6 years ago in Humans
A statistic
I’m sitting on the bathroom floor staring at a dusty hairspray bottle that rolled behind the toilet. I can feel the knot in my stomach as I walk over to the sink and see the two pink lines. I can feel the sweat forming at my temple. My heart is beating in my ears.
By Angelina Marie Zalusky6 years ago in Humans
The Adventure Begins
The Adventure Begins It was just on the cusp of spring, and Rose was enjoying her window shopping with the sun warming her cheeks. What a great day to get some fresh air that had the hint of the promise of bud break on it she thought. Then she saw the stationary store and that slight thrill ran through her. There was almost a nostalgia to a stationary store now. Not many wrote letters anymore or even wrote down their thoughts with pen and paper. But she had always loved the look and purpose and even smell of a stationary store. Everything lined up just so with the colors chromatically done and all the organization gave her a slight buzz and then worked to calm her. Even thought the items were new, Rose’s mind always filled in the wonderful smell of “old library” anyways. It was as if all the paper and notebooks and pens and markers held the promise of a classic novel or poem or love story just waiting to be written. If the store was well organized being there could almost be like a walking meditation.
By Renée Douglas 6 years ago in Humans
Losing Walter
A knocking came. So early in the morning, I had yet to prepare my day with caffeine. The officer waiting in the hallway of my apartment building looked irritated through the peephole of my front door. I wasn’t going to answer it, obsessing over the elixir I desperately wanted to ingest. She, had no intention of waiting, for her fist pounded on my door with the weight of her position.
By Lester Bakes6 years ago in Humans
Twenty Thousand Dollar Little Black Book
“So you’re telling me that all I have to do is read this little black book and you’ll give me $20,000? What’s the catch?” “You can never speak of what you’ve read, to anyone, ever.”
By Taylor Ballard6 years ago in Humans
The Wishing Book
As owner of a consignment store John had recently acquired an old hutch and a large wooden chest at an estate sale. Upon returning to the shop, he found the chest was missing its key and the hutch had a stuck drawer. He called the estate and was told that as far as anyone knew there wasn’t a key for the chest. So, he set the chest aside, and started toward the hutch with the intent to work on it instead.
By Jacob Nelson6 years ago in Humans
The Magic of Coffee Shops
Life-changing days rarely give you hints of their arrival. It’s rude, really. You wake up expecting to do the same things you did the day before and go to bed the same person you were when you awoke. I was no exception to this rule. On that one Tuesday morning—the Tuesday morning that would change everything—I did the same thing as always, with the flourish of your average unsuccessful young adult.
By Liv Kasuga6 years ago in Humans
The Bear Blessing
Sally hopped out of bed, full of energy and eager to get her day started. She runs to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her long blonde hair. Sally is small for her big ten years of age, but her smile and energy make her stand tall. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, she bounces down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mom is sitting.
By Rebecca Stamer6 years ago in Humans
Unexpected
What could be worse than having to pay bills? Being behind on bills, now that was worse. Way worse. Rosemary stared down at all the bills that crowded her table. So many “past dues” and “due immediately” were staring back at her. She laid her head in her hand. What was she going to do? This giant headache of a mess was overwhelming it. It was as if it was enveloping her in this grief. And there was no way for her to escape. After losing her job, she had no idea where all the money was going to come from.
By Erika Almanzar6 years ago in Humans
You're Welcome
It was just a normal day. That’s usually how these sorts of stories start, with the narrator waxing poetic about how today was no different than the day before it. I went through my normal morning routine without a hiccup and made it to the Metro on time. The train was late, as usual, and conveniently empty. I went to the back and found a seat opposite a person who immediately caught my attention.
By That Writer Chick6 years ago in Humans