Achievements (1)
Stories (162)
Filter by community
Perfectly Natural
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Everyone in Minneapolis saw it on April 21, 2016. It would only rain purple for him on the day he died. Somehow every time someone hears 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' you know the words. It's six minutes long, has no discernable melody, no chorus, and yet I don't know a single person who doesn't like it. You go certain places and say, "You remind me of the babe," loud enough and people break into a full song and dance. Why Graceland & Neverland bring people to tears, for bad or good reasons, they have them, and those reasons are strong. We are not sure who the flash mob movement benefited, but it was a well-documented spike for someone or some thing. When some of the big ones teamed up with words, camera, voice, and charisma, you the collective effort, you think is just for money, but it's for something greater. But then again, you only think of one name when you hear, "There's no crying in baseball." The woman older than sliced bread who died three weeks before her one-hundredth birthday and we still wanted more of, that golden, first lady of television. Those were the big ones; the ones anyone could recognize, practically gods in their own rights. Those who would play to thousands at a time, entertain and endure for years, even though most of them were dead.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Age Gap
I was born in the 80s, Child of the 90s. I am a Millennial. When I was growing up we were called Generation Y or the Boomer Echo. To tell if you are of this age group I was given two tests: One, you are of age with an Avenger - Captain America (Chris Evans born 6/1981) to Spiderman (Tom Holland born 6/1996). Or two, you were in school, anywhere between Kindergarten to your undergrad in college, on September 11, 2001.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Humans
Alpha-Boring
She sat back on the lounge chair, relaxing, enjoying. Another beautiful day on the beach. Anna looked up at the umbrella covering her lounge chair, then out again to her feet. The waters were beginning to wash away her pedicure, but that was okay, she didn't mind it. The waters were still that day, quiet, they had been for so long; one long unending beach vacation. She looked good in her swimsuit and she had a great view, at least she had that going for her.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
