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Midnight Snack. Top Story - September 2024.
Jasper woke up early to get to Pteetneet Greenhouse and Gardens right as they opened. They were unloading a truck full royal blue hibiscus, dug fresh from the forest, and he had been trying to get a dozen all spring. The truck had barely pulled into the country dirt lot before he had his pallet ready to load.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Horror
Debts you can’t pay. Top Story - September 2024.
I’ve had a huge revelation today and it was truly accidental. I was driving to my favorite berry farm, listening to a radio program about a summer camp run for 10-12 year-old children to learn the basics of economics. The camp was called “BizTown” and the kids first were supposed to apply for a particular job in town, go through a job interview, and then get hired into a job. Not all kids got the job they wanted but most did. And then they were supposed to start a business from scratch. Of course only after they completed some training in debit and credit and foundations of running a small business.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Education
Liar. Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Glasses clink. Laughter rises and falls, following the ebb and flow of conversation as the tides do the rising and setting of the moon. Overheard, light slowly fades, the blazing glow of the sun pulling darkness behind it like a blanket draped across a world soon to sleep.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
A Day In The Life . Honorable Mention in Small Win Challenge. Top Story - September 2024.
BRRP BRRP BRRP Stupid fucking alarm clock…Those were some good dreams. Come on pups, go do your thing, and please for the love of everything don’t go through the fence again.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Motivation
Be Impossible to Ignore. Top Story - September 2024.
When you walk into a room, people should feel it. Your presence alone should make them take notice—not because you’re loud or brash, but because you stand for something. The world is full of those who shrink, who blend in, who lower their gaze at the first sign of resistance.
By Edison Ade2 years ago in Humans
Explaining My Love-Hate Relationship with Soap Operas. Top Story - September 2024.
Ah, soap operas. In the immortal words of an iconic comic strip character, "Good grief." I'm just going to be blunt. I hate soap operas. To me, they're all the same. The storylines are often way too ludicrous and over the top, as is the acting. Stereotypically (especially decades ago), there were always the same twists: someone always had an evil twin, or some relative that we had never seen before pops up and causes all sorts of chaos, or my favorite--someone popping up after being killed off!
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Geeks
Doubts at the Deadline. Top Story - September 2024.
The Day of the Deadline Today was the last day to put forward my efforts. To say I was lacking in confidence was an understatement. It would be more realistic to say I was as close to just missing the deadline completely and being done with it all. To put it plainly, I was completely and utterly petrified. This wasn't even my first rodeo, so to speak, but my nerves never seemed to get any easier to manage. Still, though I wanted to put my work forward. Glutton for punishment, maybe? Even if I didn't win anything, which, of course, would be nice I sure I still had something of worth to share. However, I am left sitting here, as I have done so often in the past as the clock ticks towards the deadline, wondering if I actually really genuinely believe that or if I am just kidding myself that I am any good.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Psyche
Weeping Trees. Top Story - September 2024.
I look up at the turnip-coloured sun in a sort of realization. At the same time, I'm astounded by the desensitization of a civilization. It's almost like a lapse in intelligence in the collective. I'm not depressed, I don't believe in emotional lags. I prefer the temple swept with inspiration even if pouring down is a dilemma.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Journal
1940s Films and the Unreliable Narrator. Top Story - September 2024.
“I remember the day that Vocal challenged me to write a story with an unreliable narrator.” So says the disembodied voice, just a heartbeat after we hear the shots and see a corpse face down in the sparsely furnished, cheap motel room.
By Rachel Robbins2 years ago in Writers
My Murderer. Top Story - September 2024.
I know who did it, who murdered me. Though, does it really matter? According to the “Stipulations,” to seek vengeance means an endless Hell. Reparation doesn’t seem to satisfy my unforeseen interim either, given that I’d still be gone. This sort of dilemma is exactly why I avoided dependency in human interaction in the first place. Nonetheless, it seems my attempts to live my life solely about my own ambitions, keeping my business my own, was in vain.
By Hyde Wunderli 2 years ago in Fiction
He Took it All Back. Top Story - September 2024.
When he walked across the lawn, thirty-two-year-old Nixon Carruthers knew the lights along the path led home. His darkness and tallness set him apart from most other financial professionals in his arena. High cheekbones and a Nubian nose painted a portrait of a man who looked keen on showing a different face from the crowd. He called Delaware his home because he had lived in the state all his life. After going to New Sweden University in Wilmington, there would be a stay in New York City. No, it was Wyoming. He knew better than to go to the big city and establish roots as a private equity trader. It was in the West that he made his fortune. He had earned tens of millions of dollars in the span of just two years. As he ambled up the walkway, he thought about his days of flyfishing and learning Jiu Jitsu.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
