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Dear Mutti
02/06/22 Thursday, September 23, 1937 Dear Mama, I married this man named Eitan Blettner a few years ago. You would love him. He is tall and handsome and the most thoughtful man I have ever met. He is intelligent and logical. He is so thoughtful and caring. He truly loves me, Mama. I am so grateful for him and adore him more than words can express. I wish you were able to meet him, Mama. The only problem is that he is Jewish, which was not an issue until a few years ago. Hitler has been in charge of the country for the last few years and he has made a decision that the Jewish community is problematic and untrustworthy. I love Eitan and he is perfect, and it makes me so devastated that he is not being valued simply because he is Jewish.
By Emery Pine4 years ago in Fiction
Not Me and the Worm
Chapter 1: The Worm The Worm lives in all of us, never dormant, always ready, coiled like a spring. He bides his time and chooses his moment; sometimes it's a minor incident, a cup dropped, a bill missed, a word misconstrued. Sometimes he unwinds slowly, building the discomfort, the unease, carving into self-confidence and self-belief over days, months, years with a steady inevitability. Sometimes he strikes suddenly, biting the stomach, the head, the limbs, leaving his victim shaken, broken, small. And sometimes he just stays asleep.
By Davey Ontheroadagain4 years ago in Fiction
An Hour Story, Part One
I had been walking for days, resting at erratic points along the way. Under the shelter of any nearby ruin I had contained myself, concealing my features and supplies with nerve-wracking review. I had a close call a few days ago, and since then my efforts have been persuaded into painstaking delicacy.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction
The Tales of Elias Milton
At 27 years old Elias Milton Samuels was a very interesting fellow. He had constantly found himself amazed at his own self for his life feats and accomplishments. And here he was living a life that was already very similar to his dreams. Never mind how Elias became the head of an entire university research department, since he received the opportunity he had achieved excellent results.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letters of Francis Leopold (A Prisoner) - Letter Two
5th February Dearest reader, allow me to get straight to the story of my predicament with this follow up letter. It was the 10th December, and I was walking through the markets with my sister, Macey-
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Cute Brunette
A gentleman is walking down the street to a local bus stop and sees a cute brunette sitting and waiting for the bus. As he is also waiting, he grabs an open seat next to her. “ I wonder who she is”, he thinks to himself. Then a resounding voice comes from the back of his mind, “ Don’t think about it you probably can’t handle her”. Being the curious man that he was went up and introduced himself and started polite conversation. I’m Kris he says, and she says, “Hello, I’m Lydia”. Like any normal meeting they start talking about the weather and life goals and share funny stories. She likes him but is too distracted by life to want a relationship. Kris was the tall dark and handsome kind of guy. The type that Lydia thought was just her type. You know the type. The guy that always takes care of his girl, the ones that walk on the sidewalk next to traffic so if someone were to jump a curve, he could save her first. The one to always pull the chair out when she sits down and stand when she enters a room. Not many men are like this anymore, so this had her attention. She knew why she was there, and it wasn’t for romance or connection of any kind. The bus pulls up and he gestures that she can go first and then follows making sure that she is safely seated before the bus starts again. He asks to have a seat next to her and smiles and nods, agrees. “It’s only a short ride to my apartment complex,” Lydia says as they bus takes off. Kris smiles and says, “I'll take every moment I can get”. The bus stops and Lydia grabs her things and starts heading off to her apartment. Kris stays on the bus as his destination is farther than this. Lydia looks at Kris and says, “it was a pleasure to meet you”. He responds, “The pleasure was all mine”. They share smiles and Lydia starts to head to her apartment. What she didn’t account for was the intelligence and dedication of this man when he was properly motivated. They go their separate ways, and she knows that they will meet again as it is her job to motivate people. Three days later she goes to get on the bus to go to work and Kris is standing by a 67’ Mustang with flowers in hand offering her a ride to work and a proper proposal of seeing her again. She is floored because how did he know when she was going to be going to work or that she really hated the bus. She accepts and lets the gentleman give her a ride to work. She was curious as to how much he knew so she never told him where she worked or what she did. Without being told, he took her to the place that she worked and dropped her off proper, even walked her to the door. She stepped inside agreeing to see him again and then starting her day. He dropped her off at the local library as it was where she worked, on paper. Lydia went to the front desk and told the receptionist a strange phrase. Lydia said, “Agent B, requesting to speak with his majesty”. The reception starts smiled and said, “you're on time for a change, I see your new assignment is going well”. “SSSHHHH”, Lydia says as she is handed a book by the receptionist and starts to head toward the back of the library. She gets to the back of the library where there is a wall and nothing else. She opens the book and says, “Peacocks, umbrellas, and duct tape”. Suddenly there is moving on the other side of the wall and a door appears where the wall was. She enters and gets to work. At this time, she has agreed to dinner with Kris and will be cleaned up and ready for it by the end of her shift. Kris meets her outside the library at eight and takes her to a lovely dinner for two at a very high-end restaurant. Being that she is liking how this is turning out, she agrees to another date and a relationship form that will greatly affect her job and herself. “You weren’t supposed to have actual feelings for this man!”. Feeling happy and connecting with someone is not what she was trained for. “We know the punishment for taking too long on an assignment”, she reminds herself. “You are an AOC”, she reminds herself as she starts to have thoughts of Kris and how nice and funny, he was. The next day at work was worse than before. The Management of the AOC network personally called her into his office to discuss his concerns with Lydia and her ability to focus, “you are one of my best,” he says, “but don’t get distracted.” “You know the punishment for connecting too much with targets and wasting time”. She agrees whole heartedly and tells the boss that she will finish her assignment and move on. He comments,” you have already taken three times a long on this assignment then the others, wrap it up agent. “Yes Sir”, she says as she leaves his office. “It is time to finish this because there are so many others that need motivated and I’m wasting time”, she thinks to herself as she gets back to work. As Kris is trying to figure Lydia out, he keeps running into issues. How can someone that is employed at a library live in an apartment worth 1k a month? Stocking books is not to going to give you that kind of payout”, Kris says to himself, “ I'll look deeper into her history and see just what she is doing to make so much money and why she is still riding the bus to work’. Investigations into her are turning up no such luck on who or what she is or actually does for a living, and he is starting to get suspicious as to what she is really up to. He called a friend at the company that owns the library and they have had no one on the payroll with that name. Talks with the associates in the library show no such knowledge of her save the receptionist who is always there day or night. The next day he sneaks into the library and waits for her to come in and speak to the receptionist as to see if there is anything weird going on. As he hides behind a row of books Lydia walks in and goes up to the desk as usual and and says, “Agent B clocking in”. The receptionist hands her another book and she proceeds to to go to the back of the library not knowing that Kris is watching her this whole time. She stands facing a wall and says, “Oranges, Perplexities, and Scotch”. The door appears and she walks through. Kris is at a loss to know how to handle this as he is thinking that she just stocked shelves for a living and not living a double life as a spy. Kris the impulsive type that cannot wait and needs to see what is going on in that room. Lydia has walked in and you notice the door only stays open for a few seconds after someone passes through. “Passing through walls”? “I must have lost my mind”. Kris says as he gets his timing in to jump in as the next person is ready to enter the Agency. He is only aware that a few people have entered this place and wonders why its hidden. Another agent comes in as he hears, “Agent 16 ready for clock in” at the front desk. He tries and hides himself between a few shelves of books as not to be seen. Kris times it just right and manages to slip in behind Agent 16 and takes one step over the threshold and sees many people, going about their workday. Names of clients on the board in back and suddenly his stomach felt like it got hit by a brick and he feels queasy. Collapsing to the floor someone says, “Lydia, I think he’s yours”!
By Linda Stanfill4 years ago in Fiction
A Home for the Holiday
The sun shone bright in the clearing, and a slight, cool breeze moved through the leafless trees as Claire flashed into existence. Of all the realities that she had been to, none of them had felt like this, except her own. There was a perceived normalcy, like nothing untoward had happened here. Of course, she hadn’t yet left the woods and hadn’t a clue as to what this world was all about. So, Claire walked east and found herself in the large field behind the high school after only a few minutes. She continued along the tree line that stretched the width of the school’s property to the south. The parking lots were empty, indicating that today was either a holiday, or a weekend. Could it be Christmas already?
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
The Desperado Undead (6/20)
1 The week following the bodysnatcher epidemic that resulted in the deaths of Elana, the discovery of Ripley being a bodysnatcher, Anne-Marie, and Amanda was filled with repairs and cleaning up. Two hundred thirty seven were dead, and many more were injured. Around fifty buildings had completely burned and the people had collectively spent twenty thousand dollars on window repairs. Children were scared and without parents. Adults were broken and without homes. Amadeus had receded into his home and hadn't come out all week. Jack had done the same. Billy was effectively running the city.
By Amadeus Wright4 years ago in Fiction
Elite and Tawdry - Chapter 12
"Tawny!" A flushed Maddie met an equally agitated Tawny at the doorway of their dormitory room. Tawny was driven home in silence in the same limousine that had abducted her. At least this time, there was no annoying Dylan to distract her: she was allowed to mull on her thoughts and the events that had transpired. The ride had helped to solidify her rage, her indignation at the injustice she endured.
By Shamona Pretz4 years ago in Fiction
