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Substance of Dreams
At 2:06 of that morning I experienced death. It was swift: a car accident on the highway on a rainy day. A motorcyclist, mounted on a jet black bike with matching outfit, came around my left. They matched my speed for a moment, turning to look toward the center of my dashboard in the direction of a little black notebook before speeding up. I caught the semi barreling toward me out of my periphery just as I turned my head back towards the road and slammed on the brakes. The wheels did their best to grip the wet pavement but it was no use. I could feel the momentum of the car, completely out of my control, as it skidded recklessly toward the semi. It was swift.
By Alejandro6 years ago in Motivation
Pursuing Art
It's funny how you can try, but you truly are never able to . . outrun yourself. Behind each doorway and within every shadow that lays across the bright city streets, they are there. Us within them, them within us, and it will never change; as it didn’t for generations prior to us. Like it was once stated by Bukowski in ‘Bluebird’, the secret that we each have inside is old and true. . . within us sings a bluebird, just between me and you.
By Mae Magnolia6 years ago in Motivation
The Dying Bird
Take a moment and imagine that you were small. So small that you’re miniscule in the face of an average and ‘normal’ person. A crowd of giants, blurry figures tipping their heads in pity towards someone like you. It’s the necessity. They stare, and stare at the anomaly that you are. You are different. People will praise individuality but avoid abnormality like the plague. But maybe you don’t understand, because you aren’t abnormal like me. You get to walk away as I fall further into the depths of leather and metal encapsulating my frail body like a dying bird. It squishes my skin to force me into the consciously congruent state of my cast-ironed life.
By Brianna Little6 years ago in Motivation
Bell's Angels
Ralph craned his neck, squinting down at the town below, from the shade of his porch, wondering what that murmuring noise was. As the sound grew from a rustle to a clattering din, he walked to the street to try to figure out what was happening. Shading his eyes against the summer sun he saw the darndest sight. The hearse from McCaffrey’s Funeral home was rolling away from St. Anthony’s Church followed by what looked like every kid in town on a bike. But what was making that racket he still wondered.
By David Baxter6 years ago in Motivation
The little black notebook
Catherine was galloping on her horse on the beautiful Australian land, the gorgeous orange sunset was behind her, but what she could think of was that how much she hates the mud on her clothes, and that smell of the cows that she has to live with every single day. She was a hard-worker. She grew up learning the work morale from her father whom she dearly loved. But since he passed away, she didn’t think there’s a reason for her to stay. She’s always wanted to travel, and now she couldn’t think of anything else but to get away once and for all, and forget about everything that has been too much for her to take. She didn’t have cash to spend on that lifestyle, so she was considering to sell the farm and move.
By Krisztina Tyukody6 years ago in Motivation
Laurel Longtail
On a chilly autumn morning squirrels scampered about the Pleasant Valley forest as it was a fine day and preparations for the upcoming winter were needed. Some of the squirrels were more diligent than others, one in particular, Laurel Longtail. She knew that winter could be harsh and took the task seriously, unlike her brothers whom she noticed seemed intent on wasting away the daylight playing tag amongst the trees. Sparing them only one frown of disapproval (which went unnoticed by her siblings), she set about to collect what she needed. One can never have too many nuts, but as she had been industrious in that endeavor, the day's priority was making a warm and cozy nest. Leaves were plentiful, but Laurel was a discerning squirrel and only the best would do. On the forest floor she hopped about the various trees searching for just the right leaves. Some were too brittle; some were too wet; some too small; and well oak leaves were never fashionable. She then spotted a reliable standby, a fallen pine branch with many clusters of needles attached. It would take some time to drag it up to her nest, but pine needles and twigs always make for a comfortable abode. Laurel grasped the branch and started to pull it slowly but surely. However, after she had just barely moved it, a strange sight appeared; the branch had been covering a rectangular case. The case was clearly a human contraption, it had a handle and metal clasps on either side; she knew little of humans but the word "briefcase" came to her mind. She wondered how such a thing could be found so deep in the forest, after all the nearest human settlement had to be at least a hundred trees away. Regardless, it had been there for some time, the outside was battered and the clasps were rusted. Laurel knew her nest needed tending to, but her curiosity got the best of her. She approached the case and studied it for a moment; it looked like there was bottom half and a top half which could be lifted up once the clasps were released. The clasps were indeed rusted and Laurel jiggled one of them. At first nothing happened but then giving it a good yank, the clasp yielded. Moving on to the second clasp, she jiggled it and pulled it but to no success. She took a moment to further examine it and noticed a little hole by the clasp. Wondering what would happen, Laurel took a tiny twig and stuck it in the hole; after wiggling it a bit, the clasp weakly popped open. Laurel was filled with anticipation as she grabbed the top half of the case and started to lift. It took all her strength and she had to stretch as far as she could, but she was finally able to open the briefcase. Laurel was astonished as she gazed upon the contents of the case, she had no idea that humans also collected leaves! She looked back and forth with amazement at twenty bundles of strange green rectangular leaves each wrapped with a band with the word "00.0001$" on it. Laurel took one of the leaves and looked closer at it. She noticed many strange markings on it and wondered if perhaps it wasn't a leaf at all. All the same Laurel was happy with her find, leaves or not, they would be perfect for her home. Laurel labored throughout the morning and afternoon hauling the bundles up to her nest. While removing the bundles, she noticed there was one other thing in the case, a small black notebook. Making one last trip to the briefcase, she looked at the notebook wondering what she could do with it; inspiration struck and she hauled it up to her nest.
By John Haack6 years ago in Motivation
Periods
Everyone falls into periods of their lives where everything is repetitive and depersonalized. When each day melds seamlessly into the next and nothing truly significant occurs. As Nova sits starring at the clock in the last class of the day, she decides that she is in one of those periods. She also decides that once she gets out of school, she is going to do something to get her life moving again.
By Tineal Richardson6 years ago in Motivation
The other element of freedom
I want to start by saying that Air Signs are not the only signs that represent freedom. Fire signs, especially Sagittarius are all about freedom. I’ve always believed in astrology and I’m a proud card carrying Sagittarius. I was raised by a Sagittarius and she was raised by a Sagittarius. The archer is in my blood. But it took me entirely too long to realize that I was just completely incompatible with most Earth and Water signs. Longer than I would like to admit. And it makes sense, The Water and Earth signs are the direct opposites of the Fire and Air signs. Fire and Air were the most compatible with each other and vice versa.
By Adorno Luis6 years ago in Motivation
The Change
The day my life change was the most unbelievable day of my life. Lately all I would write in my little black book were times of despair and anguish. On this Friday I decided today was going to be my best day ever! Before heading out to start my day; my little black book needed updating to bring this day to life. I honestly believe in the power of attraction for prosperity.
By La Juan Ayers 6 years ago in Motivation
The Rollover
Anxiety punched Jason’s stomach right down through the seat of his pants, leaving him hollow while he watched, eyes wide, as the SUV tipped over the median and rolled onto its hood. The sounds of tires screeching over the slick asphalt was deafening, even from his position a car behind the one currently swerving to avoid the wreck.
By Izzy Durriken6 years ago in Motivation
A Sudden Change of Luck
Arron Caldey felt as though bad luck followed him. He was 29, with no job and still living at home with his parents. Just a year ago, he was making good money at enterprise, but was laid off. It just seemed like one bad experience after another once he lost his job. His car stopped working and he couldn’t find a job to save his life. He didn’t feel like a man at all. He felt like a little boy still living at home with his parents and this affected his self-esteem. One Saturday, Arron was at home sulking in his room when his mom yelled out to him….
By Tashika Le Sure6 years ago in Motivation
