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Moonlight
The warm breeze caresses the shades as the moon light shines through the window pane. It is a quarter to 3:00am and the air is filled with magic and wonder. Summer nights are always the best nights but something about this night is especially intriguing. Plagued with insomnia Melissa sits at her computer desk writing the night away in her favorite petite sized black note that her great grandmother gifted her before she passed away 2 years ago. Melissa and her grandmother were the best of friends. She would always encourage Melissa to follow her dreams no matter how far out of reach they seemed. Her grandmother was a well known poet in Miami. She was originally from Cuba but came to Miami when she was 21 to pursue her dream of becoming a poet in a big city. WWriting is the only thing that seems to free Melissa’s mind these days. It hasn’t been easy since she has passed away but Melissa is determined to keep her grandmother’s legacy alive by continuing her lineage as a poet. Melissa is a 22 year old aspiring poet who is currently pursuing creative writing at Miami University. She is currently a senior in her last semester of college. As she is about to wrap up her last stanza, she hears a knock at the door. “Who is it?” She asks. No one answers. “May I help you?” Melissa asks. Once more, no one answers. Haha, very funny. Now who is this playing games at my door at this time of morning!? Diane is that you? Diane is Melissa’s roommate who is a big jokester and loves to coin herself as the “queen of pranks.” To Melissa’s surprise her pleas are met again with silence. Melissa walks over to the door to open it. “Diane! You are so an….” When Melissa opens the door, no one is present. Melissa now a little spoked rubs her eyes and shouts down the hall of her apartment “Diane!” Diane responds with a groggy tone from her room “Omg what?! Why are you up Melissa? Melissa responds. Someone was knocking on the door and I asked 2 times whoo it was and no one answered. I was for sure it was you playing tricks on me. “Girl no way was that me. Do you see what time it is? I have a huge final in the morning. I don;t have time for games let alone being awake at this ungodly time of night. Melissa who is now officially spoked exclaims “ Then if it was not you who on earth could it have been!” “Well love, we do have a whole other roommate. Diane responds in a sarcastic tone. Melissa now annoyed says “No way that could be Tara, she has been staying at her boyfriend's house for the past couple of days.” Well Melissa, it wasn’t me, maybe you should call it night. Could it be that your mind is playing tricks on you because you haven't gotten any sleep for the past 2 days? Melissa, now a little calmer, responds with a sigh. “Yeah girl you are probably right. Let me finish this last stanza and try to ease myself to sleep.” “Yeah girl you do that and let me know if you need a melatonin. I got a bottle of 5mg.” “Thanks Diane, I appreciate that.” Diane, now a little less edgy, responds “ Anytime girl, anytime.” Melissa slowly closes her door and finishes up her last stanza.
By Alexandria Abraham6 years ago in Motivation
The Little Black Book
It started out like any other ordinary day for 27 year old Holly Jamison. Being a single mom of a rambunctious 4 year son was challenging enough but she was also in her last semester of nursing school which made her stress levels sky high. She always woke up at 5:00 am to get in a few hours of studying for weekly exams before her son Ryder woke up. Once he was up she had to do her motherly duties to get him and her out the door in enough time to drop him off at her mom’s house and be at school on time. One missed class or clinical meant she would be dropped from the program and she would have to start all over in order to get selected for the nursing program again.
By Cindy Gurley6 years ago in Motivation
From Me, To You.
You didn’t come across this by accident. Yes, you. What you’re reading right now isn’t something you came across by choice. Many others will read this. Maybe by the time it reaches you, many will have already read it. Still, the fact that you are reading it in this moment, after all that you have experienced, and considering all that is yet to happen for you, is what makes it significant. I could waste more time trying to convince you, but The Truth is the truth no matter who accepts it.
By Christopher Hearn6 years ago in Motivation
Heart On Fire
I lived my life with a fierce intensity, the proverbial rebel with a cause. Thinking that if I worked hard enough and believed with all my heart that I could make the impossible dream happen. I had this idea that I had all the time in the world.
By David Fournier6 years ago in Motivation
Black Book Miracle
I flagged down the cab and told the driver “Penn Station please”. As we pulled up to the station, I grabbed my stuff & handed him $10.00 & told him keep the change”. “Really” I heard him reply as I ran down the stairs to the train. Searching for the track my train was on I thought I dropped something but kept running anyway. Looked in my wallet for my ticket to discovered that I must have given the driver $100.00 instead of $10.00 that I was looking at. As my eyes welled up with tears thinking that that $100.00 was supposed to last for a week until payday. The conductor asked me as he collected my ticket “Are you okay?” “Yes, thank you” I answered quietly. Once home, I decided to see if there change at the bottom of my bag for breakfast. I dumped my stuff in the bed. “$2.60 that’s not even enough for coffee. “I really need to clean this bag”. At the bottom of the mess, I find a little black Moleskine Classic Notebook. “Where did this come from? Maybe when I grabbed my stuff from th4e taxi.” I opened up the book to see the name Jane Johnson 212.999.6677. I’ll give her a call to let her know that I found her book. “Hello, Is this Jane Johnson?” “Yes” she replied. Did you lose anything earlier today? “Yes, I did! Oh God did you find my notebook” she asked. “Can you describe what kind of book it is?” I asked. “A black Moleskine Classic Notebook. Please tell me you found it!” “Yes, I did” I replied. “I would love to give it back to you I said. “I’ll pay you anything for it to be returned” she said. “That won’t be necessary”. I replied. “I live on Long Island & can’t get into the city”. If you would like to pick it up, I will meet you to give it back to you.” “My life’s work is in that book.” She replied. We talked about where & when to meet and set up to meet at a coffee shop near my house. I see a little lady looking around. I ask if she is Ms. Johnson. “Yes, I am” she said. “Here you are” as I handed her the book. She hugged the book like it was a long-lost child. “You don’t know what you have done for me.” She told me. “This information will save many lives” She said with tears in her eyes. “It’s taken me over 40 years to compile all of this. I wrote in code, so no one else could read it. Please let me reward you.” She spoke. “No, it’s my pleasure to return it to you!” I answered knowing that I only had about $2.60 left to my name. “May I have your name & address so that I can send you a small gift?” she asked me. “Sure, I guess that would be okay!” We exchanged information & said out goodbyes. A week later the doorbell rang. When I answered it there was a tall older man in a business suit. “Marie Nelson?” he asked. “Yes” I replied. “I have a check here for you from Mrs. Johnson.” “Oh, I couldn’t possibly take it. I just did want I was supposed to do! Please take it back & tell her it’s not necessary.” “I am sorry but I can’t do that. You see Mrs. Johnson passed away a few days ago. She had no relatives. She left everything to you! Her estate is worth 2 Billion dollars!”
By Verna Miles6 years ago in Motivation
Realizing True Desire
“I didn’t know there was a way to escape a black hole. Once I realized I had been pulled into one, I’d already been there for a while and it felt as though there was no exit.. After all, its energy was the most powerful thing I had ever felt. It was impossible to not be consumed. That’s how you knew me. That’s where I was all that time.”
By Leslie Hernandez6 years ago in Motivation
Pot of Gold
It was pitch dark, Mariyam groped for her glasses and almost miraculously found them. She put the glasses on and suddenly the darkness seemed less threatening and more familiar. As she grew less disoriented, She remembered how she was shifted to the recovery room after being on a ventilator for almost a week. Her back still hurt with the effects of the virus. She tried to put her head up and read the time. It was almost six in the morning. "Old habits die hard.” she smiled at her body clock for never failing her. She looked around to find a nurse or an attendant but there was no one. She thought they must be tired too fussing around her for more than a week or maybe now they were attending another patient gasping for breath and struggling to win the battle called life. She finally perked her head up on the pillows and was able to see the contents of the table next to her bed. To her utter surprise there was a big bouquet, nicely wrapped. Those were her favorite flowers. Mariyam got so overjoyed that she picked up the bouquet and tried to find a card from the sender. She was even more intrigued to see a little black book, almost hidden in the middle of the flowers. Unless someone would examine the bouquet closely, they could not have found it. She wondered who could have sent this bouquet and notebook. With the curiosity of a little girl, she grabbed the black book and started to Turn the pages. She touched the surface of the blank pages with her finger tips. For once in her life, her hands seemed coarser compared to the suppleness of the paper. The blank void of the notebook demanded to be filled with words. Words that defined her, words that meant everything to her ever since she was a young girl. The brand new note book reminded her of the promise of every blank book she had written so passionately into. But the promise of the gold pot was never fulfilled at the end of those rainbows. At the ripe age of 50, she was still struggling to find her voice. She was still struggling to be noticed by the producers. She somehow failed to make any useful connections in the industry. Her failure to launch as a successful playwright had affected the academic ambitions of her daughter. She was most heartbroken when she thought of not being able to support her kid in any way. With all these thoughts rushing through her mind like scenes changing on a fast paced train window, she decided to write something. She grabbed the pen that she had been using to fill out the endless hospital paperwork. As she started writing her name, she felt a crease under the paper and she turned the pages over to find and smooth out that crease. To her utter surprise there was an envelope that had been fixed in the cover of the notebook. With her heart galloping, she opened the envelope. Mariyam could not believe her eyes, there were crisp new $500 bills! What in the world was this? Who could have sent her this money? She practically jumped out of her bed and frantically made sure the door was locked. She then opened the envelope with the doubt that it had been her over imaginative mind playing tricks on her. But the money was still very much there, she counted and recounted. Each time, she counted, she could not believe that it was $20,000. This was beyond her wildest imagination. This money could take care of all her worries. It was enough to pitch in her daughter’s monthly university expenses and to start working on her dream project. The book she had been wanting to publish, the play she so much believed in. This money seemed like all she ever desired from life. For a moment, she stood next to her bed, staring at those bills and wondering if all this was actually happening.
By Tee Zee Productions6 years ago in Motivation
Versatile Pages
It was no secret to John that Olivia liked oranges. She had told him this once, furtively, as she had glanced, and double-glanced, at a homeless man, huddled and half-asleep, leaned up against the stall wall of the bus stop where they waited to travel downtown. She was training as a data-entry clerk at a local hospice center and had hopes of one day managing her own clinic, where they would specialize in veterans with addictions care, something he knew was very near and dear to her heart.
By Anthony Smith6 years ago in Motivation
Turning Pages to a Dream
Turning Pages to a Dream Hanzila excitedly sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Today was about to be one of the most pivotal moments in her life. Immediately Hanzila walked over to her small desk, eagerly thrusting her black notebook open and jotted down the date in the upper-righthand corner, "August 6th, 2010." She writes, "Dear Diary... Today is the day that I make my escape to a happier life!"
By Kirsten Porter6 years ago in Motivation
