Margaret Draper
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Samhain
Sitting languidly in the esthetican's chair, I try my best to muster some interest in the small talk of the woman doing my nails. Worthless, stupid humans; their short meaningless lives and pointless endeavors always repulse me. Unfortunately, I've learned I have to do at least a few daily activities like them to blend in. As well as there's the small matter of sustaining one's self, ie grocery shopping, paying bills, and other day to day matters. Living as long as I have, money isn't an issue. But do I want to spend my day hilling potatoes in a garden? Decidedly not! I considered having house staff, but things are just a little different than they were three hundred years ago. Not only are humans smarter and more well-informed thanks to technology, there tends to be a large outcry when one is found dead in an alley. Disposing of the maid when she's seen or heard something she shouldn't have poses all kinds of headaches. Much as I detest it, I take one day a week and look after my penthouse myself.
By Margaret Draper4 years ago in Fiction
Summer's Passage
I sighed as I pressed 'end' on my phone. Melanie had a way of making me feel guilty. Not only guilty that I wasn't spending time with her, but her call made me question my choices. Did I work too much? Was I ignoring my friends and family? Was what I giving up worth it to start college next month? Was my career choice even the right one? Groaning, I shut the dishwasher off and drained it. Standing hunched over a sink washing dishes was always good for a sore back. Melanie had been my best friend since childhood. Lately it seemed like we had drifted a part. After graduation, I applied out to several colleges and had just received my letter of acceptance. Melanie chose to take a year off, travel and spend time with friends and family. After getting back from a holiday on the East Coast, Melanie wanted me to go and check out the new club that had just opened up. However, being late summer, tourist season was still at its peak. The restaurant had been packed from shortly after opening right until close. I was too tired to stand, never mind go out all night clubbing.
By Margaret Draper4 years ago in Fiction
Dawn's Red Sky
https://www.pikist.com/free-photo-sdjxs Craig watched the last wisps of gun smoke rise slowly into the air. His little band of survivors had been fortunate this time, but there was still losses. Mitch lay on the ground, unmoving. His freckled face would not light up in that devil may care grin again. He was only a kid, but the constant struggle for survival had aged him, and everyone else, fast. Several others had minor injuries, but no one else had died today. The would be attackers all lay dead. Running a hand through his brown, filthy hair, Craig looked at his band of fighters. Lack of food and sleep, and above all the constant need for alertness and caution, was taking its toll on everyone. “All right, everyone, load up and let's head back to base.” “What about Mitch?” Kurt asked. “His body stays,” Craig replied. Unhappy murmuring echoed around the group, but no one opposed Craig. Somehow he'd managed to keep everyone alive and safe despite the odds. These days, that counted for a lot.
By Margaret Draper5 years ago in Fiction
The Moth
Another mundane day at work. You'd think working in a remote camp there would be boundless wildlife everywhere, right? Wrong. Camp is full of the hustle and bustle of workers hurrying about getting ready for work. A large compressor station drones in the background. Vehicles roar up and down the road. These factors make the odd deer on the road, or the occasional bear wandering near the fence a rarity. One day blends in to another. Complacency sets in. Routine and time deadlines consume all thought and physical energy.
By Margaret Draper5 years ago in Motivation
A Memorable Moment
The steady noise of the wood splitter filled the otherwise quiet Autumn morning. Jade stopped for a moment brushing back her long, blond hair while surveying her work. A growing pile of split logs lay ready to be hauled to the shed and stacked for winter. Sometimes being single wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. For a moment, Jade contemplated what it would be like to have someone special in her life. Someone that didn't mind helping and would enjoy doing things with her.
By Margaret Draper5 years ago in Humans
