Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Motivation.
Rectangles
In the ash-grey light of morning, in an outer borough of the city, Santiago refills the air freshener and wipes down the vinyl interior of his cab. And that’s when he sees it. There, on the larger, black rectangle of the back seat, as if it had just been calved, lies a smaller, black rectangle.
By Alice Twemlow6 years ago in Motivation
"Riding the Lightning"
The bolt of lightning shot out of the sky and struck a small pine tree not two hundred feet from the campsite. The ensuing thunderclap was so loud it almost knocked Sammy from his camp chair. One minute you’re sitting by a nice campfire sipping on a cup of coffee and the next thing you know you’re grabbing an empty ice chest and scurrying down to the creek to get water to put out a fire.
By Paul Karpurk6 years ago in Motivation
Altovise Ferguson: From Pain Points to Purpose Points
August 25, 2001 was the day that I was invited to attend a wedding of someone that I did not know. I was at a phase in life where I wanted to see people in love and happy. I love the idea of love and the events that happen on the journey to love, such as the wedding. Therefore, it was an easy yes when my friend asked me to attend a wedding with her to support her friend.
By Tavetta Patterson6 years ago in Motivation
The Cold for Company
If she lies still enough she can hear the cat’s gentle breathing. He’s curled up in the nook made by her bent knee with the duvet piled around him for further insulation. Light is beginning to come through the window, meaning they’ve slept in. Although the chores around the farm don’t require an exact schedule, the young woman prefers to complete her tasks as soon as possible.
By Corrine Robbins6 years ago in Motivation
Breaking Glass
Cassidy Brown stared at the strange package she found on her door step. After a long work day and battling the cold Chicago winter weather she was tired. Too tired to let her curiosity get the best of her. She took one last glance at the package before tossing it to the side.
By Fayth Christian6 years ago in Motivation
Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway
How did I get myself in this mess? I do not know what I was thinking! Why would I think I could win this contest?” Monee thought to herself, as she stood backstage watching a contestant recite their poem. The audience was vast, filled with other college students, prestigious professors, family, and friends there to cheer on the contestants in the poetry slam.
By Mestanna (The Cosmic Empress)6 years ago in Motivation
Little Black Book
That’s strange, she thought to herself as she walked along the morning shore- a little black book had washed up on the rocks that lined the water. The early 20’s young woman climbed down the rocks with her tall black rain boots until she was able to reach the book. She picked it up out of the water- hearing a distant sigh- she looked around, up, left, right- nothing. Ella shook off the erethral shivers she considered coincidental as she opened the small book; the pages coarse with no guiding lines or words.. soaked in sea water moments ago, it was as if the pages were protected, they were not wet. Curious, she tucked the book into her back pocket and climbed back up to the path- it was an overcast spring day, not many people were out and about so no one seemed to notice her aversion to the path. As she began walking again, she brought the book back out and casually flipped through the blank pages, “What an odd thing to find on the shore this Sunday morning.”, She thought quietly aloud. As she flipped through numerous times mindlessly, something caught her eye in the pages. She stopped in her tracks and flipped back through the previously blank book; characters in black writing at the beginning of the book began to surface more prominently- becoming more clear the longer she stared. In cursive, the words read, “Each shiny red broach you see, you must always be aware, mark the signs, be grateful for each.” she flipped the page- then back, the words were gone and replaced by a chart seemingly for tracking, so many questions surfaced.. “What the hell? How will I know?” She thought. A confused face she wore as polite passersby pretended not to notice this confused young woman with a black book stopped in the midst of a walking path. The book closed. Ella was unsettled at this Sunday find, “Usually Sundays are quite predictable”, Ella observed silently. She began to put one foot in front of the other, tracking what she had eaten today.. she knew she didn’t smoke any mind altering substances this morning, "Was this reality?” Her pace was slow- her gaze low as she pondered further. Looking up, there it was, a bright red broach on a walkers coat! Almost as though programmed, she searched for a pen to mark this sigting. The sun caught the shiny broach and pierced Ella’s eye- the book dropped to the ground as she shot her hand up to stop the beam, the book had opened to the chart, seemingly prompting a track. She gasped, and rapidly dug through her purse for a pen, pulling one out from the depths of her posh leather bag, she ticked in the box measuring her first sighting. After marking, a gust of wind turned the page, new writing began to appear, becoming more bold as she stood above the book staring. ‘Everyday there will be new opportunities, but not everyday you will see, track what you see- at the end you will be rewarded for what you have seen’. Picking up the book she continued, trying to logically comprehend the recent events in her Sunday. Unable to fathom the experience, she internalized the event; vowing to track these broaches amongst her daily life.
By Queen of Hearts6 years ago in Motivation
