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The Cocktail Tables and a Little Game
I got out of the car, ready to make my way in to the Bradsford Oxen Club. It was my first time here, but for someone like me, it wasn't going to be my last. You may not know my real name, but to the people at the Bradsford Oxen Club tonight, my name is Miss Sophia Valencia Woodson.
By Denise Elnajjar5 years ago in Humans
The Library
Emily left the lawyer's office mildly perplexed. When she needed something to clear her thoughts, coffee was usually in order. She crunched across the snow-covered parking lot toward the café on the other side. At the Will reading months ago, Mr. Hunt, her grandmother’s solicitor, had explained that she had given Emily the house, and everything in it. There had been a stack of papers to sign, and a small pale pink envelope holding a notecard made of incredibly soft, heavy paper. “I love you so much. You already have everything you need inside the house,” it read in her grandmother’s thin swirly writing. The house. Most of her best memories had been in her Nonna’s house. Either in the kitchen baking one of her delicious floral pastries, in the library looking at her books and maps, or daydreaming about the strange art and masks from far-away places.
By Sunday Ann5 years ago in Humans
Authentic Artist
I watched her glide, tap and swing across the stage in a choreographed ensemble of bodies, jazz and movement. She was beautiful and when the audience stood to standing ovations, I glowed with pride. To have seen her journey from that little girl dancing in my living room to bowing in the bright lights of the stage was a sacred moment. I was so pleased I had been able to watch her evolution as an artist. This was only one of my adopted niece’s many spotlighted moments. She has performed for audiences worldwide, choreographed and instructed dancers, produced and written films and above all, connected cultures. Her creative innovations and list of accomplishments are extensive and she inspires many, including me. Sabrina Naz Comanescu is her name, but we know her as Sabbie.
By Lorraine - Lorrie Morales5 years ago in Humans
The girl on the ground
1985 I am 5 years old. I am an awfully timid insecure little girl even at this age. I feel the awkwardness of my entire being deeply in my bones, and not just my bones do I feel, I feel the bones of every one else in my mum’s weekly G.I.R.S. group. Here they meet, misfit adults talking amongst each other for hours sharing their broken lives.
By Harmony McMaster5 years ago in Humans
Laura’s dark legacy
"Oh shit! I gotta go" laura blurted out as she fumbled trying to grab her coat and purse from her desk while accidently bumping into an empty chair. She sent it spinning towards the door. Her co-worker Angie, snickered, "See you guys Monday". "Have a good weekend and stay safe". "Wear your mask and be social distant cause Covid is a killer!", she bellowed as she exited the office. Today is friday and I have nothing to look forward to. My life has no freaking excitement. Just work, she mumbled to herself pushing the down button on the elevator. I guess I'll go home, drink some wine and watch the lifetime channel. She felt the presence of somone standing behind her and turned to encounter a sight she would have never expected "What the fuck are you doing here?" she half whispered, looking side to side and hoping no one else was in the hallway. Thoughts raced through her mind, to a time in her life she wanted to forget and bury, dark times that brought her shame and so much pain. God why? she sighed and why now of all times, it's been 30 years and I was just a kid. Her attention quickly turned toward him "How the hell did you find me?" Oh this can't be happening to me she thought, not now. I put that life behind me years ago. Her thoughts raced as she went back in time to her childhood living on the streets, smoking crack, turning tricks and living in abandoned buildings. The ding of the elevator's arrival brought her back to the present. She quickly entered, pressed the close button, and stood directly in the doorway, blocking the entrance and hoping he wouldn't step forward. But he did. Her hands started sweating and she could feel her heart pounding. What now? What the hell does he want? she thought. She refused to say anything to him in the hopes that he would just disappear, if I don't acknowledge him he doesn't exist. "You look amazing", he said in that raspys voice she knew all to well. "Thank you" she blurted out without looking his way. "Laura could you just give me ten minutes of your time? There is something I need to talk to you about?". She quickly spun around with her finger pointed directly between his eyebrows, "Listen Derrick" she almost screamed and had to cut her sentence short as the elevator stopped abruptly in the lobby and she rushed out onto the street with Derrick in tow. "Laura please!" he begged," just a couple of minutes is all I need". She stopped dead in her tracks and waited for him to catch up to her. "Derrick I got a good job and I'm happy with my life. We were kids in a fucked up situation. Now all of that is behind me and I want it to stay that way". "I know Laura, I know", Derrick said to her as he put his hand in his pocket and slowly retrieved a small tattered black book, "I just wanted to find you and it took me almost five years. Remember that night I almost died from an overdose? You were the only one who took me to the hospital, the only one who cared and saved my life. Laura, after I got clean I wrote it all down in this little black book and vowed to find you. I want repay you some how in some way. I have a small trucking business. I'm no millionare but I have a few dollars save and I wanted to thank you for what you did to save my life and hope that this 20 thousand dollars will help you, so thank you Laura thank you for giving me a second chance at life. Laura couldn't believe what she was hearing and burst into sobs as Derrick slowly walkec away.
By Roslyn Smith5 years ago in Humans
Your well being lies within the hands of Marie Van Brittan Brown
Background Marie Van Brittan Brown is the creator of the very first home security system which she invented during the year of 1966. Marie was born and raised in Queens, New York and due to the high crime rate in her area she often felt defenseless, unprotected and unsafe.
By Shadaé Brown5 years ago in Humans
Simple Times
Let me tell you about when it was just simple times, of good memories that I hold dearly during high school with friends and family. During this time of global unrest, it's allowed the opportunity to reflect on those simple times. The town of Caroline Springs situated in the mid-west of Victoria, Australia. Like many small towns in Australia, there is a mixed bag of patchy land and developing properties from both local and overseas investors.
By Einreb Ortega5 years ago in Humans
Fighting Solves Everything
One encounter with Joe Buckner and you will be inspired, motivated and captivated. His enthusiasm, his passion and his story is one of such hope, that you can even find his documentary presented by Lululemon and Huckberry, shown at the end of this article.
By Janice Williams 5 years ago in Humans
A rose that crew from ashes
Have you ever heard of Far Rockaway, NY? You are not alone. Most people haven’t. When people think of Queens, NY they usually think of Jamaica or Flushing. Far Rockaway is a very unique city because it is considered a city in the borough of Queens, but it is actually far from the other parts of Queens and is very different from the rest of the borough. With one way in and one way out it all starts on the A train to the last stop.
By Tiffany Hicks5 years ago in Humans
