literature

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A Little Black Book
A Little Black Book By Nancee Wipperfurth Killoran Susan tripped in the mud on the playground. She had ducked out of the staff meeting in the library because the air was stifling. Dust had settled across the tops and down the spines of the books on the shelves and found its way through her mask and into her nose, and she had started to sneeze. One of her colleagues had offered her a tissue. Even that had the smell of dust. In-person school was due back after the virus and this was the first in a series of staff meetings. Susan had pulled her mask down in the fresh virus-free air outside. She wondered if the students had come to this playground while school was virtual. Did they wear masks? Did they wash their hands after?
By Nancee Marie5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Journal
“SIR, YOU LEFT YOUR…” it was no use, thought Mosbey. The gentleman in the clean blue suit had already stepped off the train and into the rain under the shade of his umbrella. How could a man in a suit forget anything? Especially something he was just writing in. Mosbey hopped across the aisle into the now empty neighboring seat and picked up the notebook. It was a small black thing, small enough to fit into one’s breast pocket, so he put it in his own. Other riders on the platform plodded onto the train car and found themselves empty seats. Then the whistle blew and the train departed.
By Ellen Nev5 years ago in Humans
Finders, Keepers
Finders Keepers An adventure between a self-proclaimed Pirate, and a Maine Ice Princess. Late January 2020. Let us look in.
By Colette Shumate Smith5 years ago in Humans
An Unexpected Ally
A door slams shut aways left… neighbor exiting house. Across the street, a thin, stray-lookin' dog makes its' rounds. Child-laughter lingers in the air fair, fresh n' hopeful.
By Andrew McKay5 years ago in Humans
Wobbly Wheels
Hannah could not believe her good luck when she found a shopping cart without wobbly wheels. It is important to have a smooth operating cart to navigate turns and avoid obstacles without the cart making unexpected jerky movements due to the silly wheels – especially when your cart is full, which can then become very heavy and is hard enough to manage at the best of times.
By Katie Anderson5 years ago in Humans
The Key to Big Change
Mary The night before was a hard one for Mary. She had just gotten home from her 12 hour shift at the hospital. Her back was aching, and feet cramping as she walked into her home with one wish: to crawl in bed and never get back out. But as she walked through that door, her day job ended and her other job began: adulting. Mary knew she had a hamper full of laundry, a sink full of dishes, dinner that needed to be made... and that was just for the night.
By Kelsey Lynn5 years ago in Humans
Watch Me Soar
On any other occasion, I might have missed the little black book. Might have registered it in my mind as discarded trash – one of many pieces that glittered the park with the candor of human fallibility. It was the $100 dollar bill sticking out, writhing in the wind trying to escape its black prison that caught my eye as I bent down to tie my shoe.
By Lynae Morningstar5 years ago in Humans
The Room Is Always There
There I was, back in a somewhat cozy bed. Dropped from a static dream that had encapsulated me for what felt like a lifetime. As my eyes and mind adjusted, the bricks began to come into focus and I couldn't help feeling part of me was still in the realm of sleep.
By Rima Khalek5 years ago in Humans
Right
Daddy’s been dead and buried for two full weeks before I’m finally able to get the money together to get home to Mama, and she’s spittin’ mad about it. I know that Daddy wouldn’t have cared, though. He hated anything to do with funerals and would have really hated people crying and carrying on at his own. Funerals are for the living, Babygirl, he used to tell me. The only thing the dead care about is worms.
By Jessica Conaway5 years ago in Humans
The Virtue in Misfortune
This is more money than I’ve ever had in a bank account and not even half of what I’ve borrowed in the past five years.
By Keely O'Keefe5 years ago in Humans
The Reflection
The Reflection It had a glimmer about it, a shine that could penetrate a soul. It was almost as if the little black book had a language of its own. As the young man knelt to say goodbye to his best friend for the last time, a single tear shed from his cheek. As the teardrop collided with the puddle beneath him, it became one with the rain, finding itself in the harmony of eternity. As the man rose from his friend's grave he noticed from the corner of his eye the little black book. The book laid atop a coral cedar bench and like a magnet spoke in a language he did not yet understand. Broken in the loss of his companion the man had no idea of the journey he would soon endure...soul depleted, body weak, the overdose came just months after he lost his teaching job in heroic fashion. “Hey Nicky it’s time to go” we're going to be late! (echoed from the limousine) “give me a minute” he yelled back as he slowly walked towards the vibrant, perfectly strung leather book. As he approached the bench he noticed a green glow shimmering from the pages and a resonance that he had only felt before while in deep meditation with his students. He rubbed the tears from his eyes but the glow reamined, it wasn't an illusion.
By The D.r.3 A.M.S Experience5 years ago in Humans
Aggie & I
My ideas were never quite good enough. My prose was never quite memorable enough. Which is what landed me in a job bagging groceries and living in an apartment that made a postage stamp seem palatial. Being a writer had always been my dream.
By Lauren M5 years ago in Humans