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Another Side of Dubai #5 Phone Box
Phone boxes are retro. Which makes me feel old. This phone caught my eye for a few reasons. My name is Matthew Baker and a Shaman in Malaysia once told me that my mother was inseminated by an alien. But that’s a story for another day. This story is about this particular phone box in Deira in Dubai.
By Matthew Baker5 years ago in Humans
rise of the titan
I am no longer naive to the past. I open the third eye once blind to the opportunity of the new world. Physical is temporary as the internal is eternal. I walk like thunder. Crashing through mountains as if I could notice kings bowing. I am here to create outside of the realm we stare right through. Warriors sent here to crucify the nightmare. The illusions that rob the young of their thoughts. I am filled with the air of titans. The ones of the fractured timeline. Bleeding into this place like fever dreams. Contagious and infecting all the ones levitating. The light is blinding. A turbulence you can not ignore. Why should you? Where are you going? Do you know? I have decided what I am and where I am going. In fact I have become it and I wander seeking others to help me build an empire. My why is deeply rooted into my soul. A princess, an oracle, a brother, and the versions of me from infinite wisdoms. I no longer wear the mask seeking to be adored. I am simply here to illuminate. Myself and others who choose to see me.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Humans
Cacahuétes Café
Mika and Lydia, recent graduates, moved to Kyoto in search of wealth in experiences, not bank sums. It was riveting at first, to shape their lives into something completely different from what they and everyone else expected life could be. But after two years of underpaid teaching fellowships, the nomadic life they chose began to lose its luster.
By Travis Zane5 years ago in Humans
Uri's choice
Sunlight caught Uri’s eye in a blast forcing him to look away. The brightness that crept across the floor, erupting a blinding brilliance onto anything shiny, was like a timer set to keep him from thinking about work too much. It had also forced the little black notebook in the seat across from him into his field of view. He snatched up his backpack and moved across the empty aisle, plopping down next to the book. He glanced around the gate again as if he hadn’t made sure it was empty when he decided to set up there. His flight was to leave in an hour provided the airline didn’t delay it again. Uri had walked past his boarding gate, seeing it packed full of waiting passengers, choosing instead to wait here. He secluded himself yet stayed within earshot of any announcements about his flight. He hated the crowds. And despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to avoid the way people cluster in poor attempts at lines the first moment of boarding, he could at least avoid the calamity until the last minute.
By Kenneth Meade5 years ago in Humans
The Art Prize
Taylor stared at the girl in the pond. Ensnared by her haunted expression. Mesmerised by the way the water pulled the fabric of her dress taut against her stomach like fingers tearing her down and pushing her under. The girl was caught unawares. The shock of her imminent death rippling over her face beneath rivulets of clear gesso that trapped her beneath the glossy surface of the canvas.
By Elizabeth Kelly5 years ago in Humans
