literature
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Living in Daddy's Closet
Chapter 1 Sometimes, I wonder if there are people who do try to be happy. Both my parents made decisions in their lives, which led to so much unhappiness, but I suppose it was all unintentional. These decisions were made to cover up real feelings, secret desires, and to maintain the facades the society wants to give us.
By Michael Lee Tucker6 years ago in Humans
My Feathered Teachers
The smell of bacon and grits filled the three bedroom wooden house that seemed to buckle at its seams. Myself, Betsy, Jenny, Matthew, Beth, Mark and Dottie all split up between two rooms. Mama and a man who we only knew by the name of Joe and came around a few nights each week had the third bedroom, which was always, from as long fas I can remember, off limits to us kids. Smelling bacon usually meant there was a celebration of some kind. With seven of us it was hard to keep track of birthdays and such, and well, if you omitted to tell someone your big day was coming up, it likely wasn’t getting celebrated. So knowing none of my brothers or sisters had a birthday today, on March 18,1975, I struggled to wake fully, thinking surely the smell of bacon still lingered from a dream. But no, it was bacon.
By Jenna Gleespen6 years ago in Humans
A Visitor on Christmas Eve
The air was thin and stale in the cabin. Dust motes hung in the skinny moonbeams that fell through the slats of the shutters drawn tight over the windows. A faint hiss from the radiator echoed throughout the room, and the soft quiver of a candle’s flame made subtle shadows prance about the walls.
By Gabe's Freetime6 years ago in Humans
Robin Hood
Chapter 1 Lieutenant Maid Sharp measured steps echoed throughout the hall as secretaries, lawyers, MP’s, and anyone else with an excuse to be there bustled back and forth past her. All of those shapes rushing by, paying her no mind. Her ears were filled with the sounds of conversations about misconduct, the sounds of papers being shuffled and the ancient ceiling fan trying to cool down the giant sweaty hotbox of a courthouse. As she sat there in her hot uncomfortable uniform in an even more uncomfortable brown metal chair, staring intensely at the wall in front of her, anxiously pushing back her cuticles she found herself thinking, This is it, your career’s over. You goddamn idiot. They’re gonna fucking crucify you. Three tours in Shah-i-kot, on the fast track to Colonel, what the fuck Mari. All you had to do was look the other way one god damn time. As she found herself going to that place, she tried to push those thoughts aside. Snap out of it. You’ll be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong.
By Jacob Luden6 years ago in Humans
Stoic ~ Solid ~ full of wonder
My fascination with trees goes back over 40 years. Their longevity, beauty, stoic nature, and solid presence has always been visible. More so than all of that however has always been their sense or come to think of it my sense of their perspective of their life experiences in relation to mine and humans. I mean - think about it...as humans we move from one place to another and experience different parts of our life journeys. Through people we meet, places we see, relationships we have etc...
By Audrey Avila6 years ago in Humans
Wake Up
As human beings we have a difficult time accepting the fact that are some things we are innately shitty at. We are all blessed with different skills and it can be maddening to watch others master a craft with relative ease. Especially if that same craft is something you struggle with. Throughout the years I have taught and coached a wide variety of sports and activities across a range of ages and skill levels. I’ve come to learn that there is a single facet to all interests that is required in order to be successful. Time.
By Sam Lavigne6 years ago in Humans
Short Stories
Jessica finalized the deal, and everyone came to the United States with Jessica. As they were pulling up to the house, Sergio says, "I remember this house. Didn't this house need a lot of work? You brought this Jessica"? Jessica just smiled as she leads everyone into the house. Jessica completely renovated the house. There were only five bedrooms and six people. The house had a fully equipped kitchen, two and a half bathrooms, with a fenced-in backyard. The basement had a fully equipped efficiency apartment that was completely separate from the rest of the house.
By Kandance Ferrari6 years ago in Humans
Respecting Mr. Salinger
Imagine yourself, for a moment, returning home after several years across the sea. You've just fought in one of the most vicious & deadliest wars in human history. You've miraculously stormed the beaches of Normandy, just barely survived the Battle of the Bulge, & discovered the unspeakable horrors of the Holocaust, as you march your way to victory; all the while, you've been carring a little, hand-written story in your pocket. This short story is no more than six chapters long, and every once in a while, you pull out and rework (time & again) into what will define you as a writer in your own time and beyond. What is this story? The magnum opus of Jerome David Salinger. The Catcher in the Rye. One of the most famous & infamous novels of the 20th century. A story about an idealistically lost teenager who struggles to find a sense of purpose in a world he sees as reeking of shallowness & superficiality. A story which is universally beloved & reviled by audiences galore. Yet, unlike other books of the same era & ilk, The Catcher in the Rye has never made a transition from the page to the screen, since its publication, over 70 years ago. Asking the question of why, is a question about what an author sees in their own material & how much of their passion lies within the text; passion that does far more than simply represent the plot. For it also represents the unrest & raw strength of the author. In this specific case, it represents Salinger's true personality & the workings of his subconscious. By the end of this piece, you'll gain an understanding of not only why The Catcher in the Rye has never been made into a movie, but moreover, why a story like this one is much better off being confined to the written word.
By Jacob Herr6 years ago in Humans
