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The last year has been challenging for us all. It has been hard to feel normal and with so much contradicting information surrounding the pandemic and politics it can feel almost impossible to know where to look for truthful answers. I think this has left all of us depleted mentally and physically. Until now we used entertainment and social gatherings to help drown out the things in society that tend to get us down; however, now without those things to help us all cope we are left in a state of anomy. We don't know what the normal social order is anymore and for social creatures that is down-right scary. We can see it in how we are all pulling away from each other and loosening the cohesion of our social fabric by retreating further into our ideological camps created in the only social space still widely open; social media.
By Meko James 5 years ago in Humans
When The Sky Was On Fire
I have been walking around the same neighbourhood for the past ten months. I’ve seen these trees blossom, get all leafy and then go from yellow, red and brown to being completely naked, as if someone stripped them from their dignity and left them at the mercy of January’s winds in London.
By The Mocca Diaries 5 years ago in Humans
In The Bag
George squinted against the berating sun as he stepped out of the diner. Every Thursday afternoon he would sit down to a hearty meal of eggs benedict with the occasional side of wedge salad, then return home with a bag of leftovers tucked under his arm and an uncomfortably full gut. Like much of the little town of Fredrick everyone went about the same routine performing tasks in a rather predictable manner as if they were bits in grandfather clock turning cogs, undulating weights , and pendulums oscillating all coming together to form the ticking town of Frederick. The end of winter was near causing George to take note of the bird songs that crescendoed as he trekked along the sidewalk towards his car. The snow that had once bestrewn the land had surrendered and seeped into the earth causing the ground to become an impasto painting of thick mud that would later sprout forth specks of green with the kiss of the warm spring air. George plotted past the tailor shop heading towards his abused toyota pickup truck he had parallel parked haphazardly. He breathed in deep enjoying the revivifying aroma of damp soil and fresh sprouts that previewed a spring to come. Up ahead an armored truck pulled out from in front of the bank, George watched as it departed down the street past the rows of modest stores. It took a sharp turn at the stoplight little ways down the road causing the hefty vehicle to tilt a bit with the motion.
By Naomi Rogers5 years ago in Humans
Buried in the Book
We weren't even friends. However, I found myself sitting in the fifth row, third person from the isle, thinking about how I would rather be playing Halo Ifinite with the insufferable jerk, than listening to his eulogy. The surreal vision of Jim lying in the casket accompanied by the muffled sniffles and hushed crying drowned the sermon like recanting of Jim Helmsman's great endeavors and his untimely death. It was getting unbearable.
By Miranda Moore5 years ago in Humans
20000 and the Cost of Generosity
When Steve woke up on that chilly March morning, he didn’t think it would be any different than the last however many days of Marchtober since the pandemic started. He had been working from home as an administrator to a medium-sized accounting firm. The office phone had been forwarded to his cell - something that haunted him regularly. With tax season starting his phone was more of a curse than a blessing.
By Michael Neumann5 years ago in Humans
I Am A Lost Soul
I can sit here and say I am ok but that would be a lie. Throughout my life I feel like I have been on a search. I have been searching for myself, a person who may never truly exist because people do not want to learn the real you they want a part of you. The truth is I don’t even know me. Like most people as you get older you change whether it is for good or bad. I feel as if I never grew, I feel stuck most days.
By Patrice Edwards5 years ago in Humans
To Paint a Sunset
Gilded and gleeful. The dining room of the pretentious social elite. Daily trudge through the monotony of meaningless interactions. This was the perpetual existence of Eliza Loughnan. Fraudulent interactions of the societally upward with the person that brings them their seventy-six dollar steak. Still, it pays the bills.
By James Frogge5 years ago in Humans
Cyberbullies
I am about to ask the most rhetorical question to ever exist inside of my brain. Have you ever left an innocent comment on Facebook only to have your notifications blow up with a bunch of random people who think they know everything about whatever it is you just posted? It seems as if you literally can't say anything without Mr. or Mrs. A Hole having to come along and tell you why you are wrong for whatever it is you just said. Raise your hand if this has ever happened to you.
By Sara Wilson5 years ago in Humans
The Honest Student
The most honest person you’d ever meet has only one thing in common with a poseur: they can both be writers. The student wrote those words in the small black notebook while he sat on a Lincoln Park bench. There was a light snow and he watched closely as it fell lazily into the light shining from the lamppost; it fell just as lazily, yet more rapidly, out of the light and to the ground. It was well past midnight. The last time he checked his watch it was twenty minutes to 1:00 a.m., but that was some time ago.
By Connor MacLachlan5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book "Is it because he's brown? Is it because he made out with the daughter of an ex-army who happened to amass a fortune selling cocaine to school kids in the seventies? Is it because he fornicated with Sasha who happens to be white? Or is it because he was in a live-in with a white girl who happens to be Sasha?" Questions like these were haunting him all at once and Kishore had zero clue for which was the case. Nonetheless, he needed to get the heck out of the hellhole called New London Hospital where a group of six "nurses" had attempted to take his life moments earlier.
By Nishant Sapkota5 years ago in Humans
Broken Wings
Softly stroking with subtle strides. Swish Swish. Soft strokes, swish strides; Serenity. Entranced, mesmerised. I’m a collector, some say hoarder. Tomato right?! I appreciate the sentiments in life, excited by all possibilities, rebellious of limitations- I want it all. My ultimate ‘weakness’ is notebooks.
By Natasha Marquis5 years ago in Humans
