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The Storm
With each new day that passes… I get a new sense of the feeling “happy” with you. Happy for me used to be a sad emotion. I was just existing in a monochromatic world. Bland. I was used to just surviving the storm, thinking I wasn’t worthy, or the next tragedy was looming in the shadow of the light of my temporary smile.
By madison bartos8 years ago in Humans
Memories in the Needles
For Karen, knitting isn’t just a hobby; you can see the connections and relationships to people in her life in the patterns of colors she creates. When I wear my gray knitted hat by her, I am reminded of kindness and generosity. When her co-worker adorns her summer tank top, she thinks of friendship and creativity. When Karen’s niece picks out her accessories to prepare for the cold Michigan winters, she feels it necessary to warn people, “I am particular because my aunt and grandma are knitters.” The way she says “knitters” is with a capital “K”.
By Kristy Loxton8 years ago in Humans
A Timeless Love
Him: ...happiness never comes when it has to. Her: I'll be happy about these moments, so important, who knows when- Him: A long time ago, I kissed a girl. I felt nothing but a bitter flesh taste. The taste of a hand, like I kissed just a simple hand.
By Alexandra Duma8 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 13
On Bastille Day, Adèle rose late. When she awoke, she noticed that Charles had already gotten up. The white curtains on the large window had been pushed back and there was a tray of coffee and pastries on the pouffe in front of the large round mirror.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 12
Augustin lived about a nine minute walk away from Notre Dame. In the morning, the bells of the cathedral could be heard ringing as people were waking up and shops were opening. He would set out from his building and head out and walk towards the cathedral and cross to the other side of the river to look for something to do.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 11
One evening as it was growing dark, Marianne came home and knelt on the floor by the bed. Under her bed were old hat boxes with paisley patterns, floral patterns, and geometric patterns. She pulled out one of the smaller boxes and put in on the bed.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Why Are Men Weird About Strong Women?
I was 17 years old when they discovered the brain tumor. The size of a pea, it rested in the right temporal lobe, close to my ear. It had been slowly growing and gradually plaguing me and everyone I loved for almost a year, when the strange behavior first began at the start of my senior year of high school.
By Liz LaPoint9 years ago in Humans
