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Dull to Sparkling
You'd think living through the French Revolution and holding the hand of one of those who got to spit on Louis XVI's severed head would be glorious. You'd think that living through Napoleon's brief glory, then the return of the monarchy, then his briefer glory, then the final return of the monarchy would be just fantstic, but not for the daughter of a lady's maid and a poor philosopher. For those of us on the outer edges of society who had to earn our livings, it wasn't fabulous at all.
By Alexandra F4 years ago in Humans
Like many relationship stories, the history of St. Valentine is full of torture and pain
Valentine's Day may be beloved by romance-flushed individuals keen to express their passion, and by retailers for the massive windfalls of cash it generates ($18.2 billion in the US this year) in cards, toy bears, and items adorned with hearts, but for others—the single among us, for example—it’s a painful reminder of thise primacy society gives to couple and an exercise in hollow consumption. like many relationship stories, the history of St. Valentine is full of torture and pain.
By Fluo & Pattern4 years ago in Humans
Apple Orchard Combat
There is nothing more satisfying than visiting an apple orchard on a brisk, autumn day. You reach down to collect a mushy, worm eaten discard lying in a wet puddle under a tree. Cock your arm, let fly, and watch as the projectile explodes into a mist of apple sauce and seeds as it connects with the jaw of some close high school buddy or grade school pal (or enemy).
By Walter Rhein5 years ago in Humans
A Designer Obsessed with Luxury
When I was just a little boy in grade school in small town USA, I noticed that some of my other school mates were more popular than others. I wanted to be liked like them. So, I set out on a mission to figure out what was going on. I watched how these special kids talked, were they funny? Were they brighter than me? Where they better looking? Did they dress different?
By Leo Dowell5 years ago in Humans
Women's Suffrage
Today, I want to talk about women’s suffrage. No, I’m not talking about men, I said suffrage, not suffering. Women had no rights until 1839 when the Custody of Infants Act was passed. That gave women the right to petition the court for custody of children seven and younger and for the right to visit their older children. Until the Custody of Infants Act, custody of the children resulting from that union was always given to the father. Always! Think about that one for a minute.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean5 years ago in Humans
Coincidence and Fate
In the busy streets of an unknown city, a figure walked briskly down the street, face to the wind, against the flow of people rushing home, in an attempt to beat the oncoming storm on the horizon. Despite the cold, he had flung his jacket over his shoulder and walked with an easy gait, a smile on his face. While everyone else tucked their scarves up to their ears and pulled their coats tight, he loosened his tie slightly, brushed back his messy brown hair, and let his arms fall carelessly at his lanky sides. He loved the cold. He loved the warm too, but cold days were days where practically anything could happen.
By Cat Charity Jude7 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 27
Catharine finished up a letter in reply to one she had received from Agnès, who had sent it from Cairo, where they had arrived last week. They had taken the long way to Egypt, traveling through Italy and Greece. Along with her previous letters and postcards, Agnès had sent her mother a Fortuny silk scarf from Venice and a medal blessed by Pope Pius XI from the Vatican. In this most recent letter, she described how she and Kit were going to take a camel ride into the desert to look at the pyramids. Catharine reminded her in her own letter that she should not go out into the sun without a hat or parasol and that she should drink plenty of water; too much sun and dehydration were the worst things possible for the complexion.
By Rachel Lesch7 years ago in Humans
What A Night
In researching the recess of my memory it was in the spring of '83 that I experienced what The Four Seasons sang about in their hit "Oh! What A Night" When in the opening lyrics of that hit instead of back in December of '63, Oh! What a night for me was that night back in '83. That night especially was a very special time for me. And, as the lyrics go as I remember what a night it was for me. I didn't even know her name when she waltzed up to the bar at the Gold Room. I knew then things were never going to be the same. What a lady and what a night it turned out to be.
By Dr. Williams7 years ago in Humans