literature
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The little black book that saved a hero.
The little black book that saved a hero. In 1748 a Black baby named John was born enslaved in Virginia. His owner was an important military man. As John grew up his owner saw something special in him, and taught him how to read and write. That way John was able to help him more. John was fascinated by reading and writing. He always thought they were skills that would serve him well for the rest of his life. And he was right!
By Marisol Gonzalez5 years ago in Humans
238 Pages
The first and last words have always been the hardest to write. There is something in the beginning of an idea that instills a sort of uncertainty which soon becomes a sort of paralysis which soon becomes yet another unfinished story at risk of never being told. I want to tell my stories. They want to be told. They deserve to be told.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Humans
The Book Will Do the Rest
Mel hated taking the city bus. Waiting in the cold, the awkward movement around other strangers crowded around a dirty shelter. That spike of anxiety as the bus pulled up, Mel always worried she wouldn’t have enough money on her card or that she wouldn’t find a seat. Or worst of all, the excitement of finding an empty row, only to have a stranger ask her to move her bag two stops later.
By Emily Gray5 years ago in Humans
One Magical Morning
Lucy winced as another drop of water yanked her out of a warm, fuzzy dream and into cold, wet Seattle. A storm had knocked out the power the day before, and now there was a leak in the roof. She sat up and groaned, went and got a bucket from the closet, and called the maintenance guy, Greg. He told her that he had his hands full and that he’d be there as soon as he could. She checked the time on her phone.
By Sage Ikeda5 years ago in Humans
Notes to Henry
Henry stirred in his bed sheets, wallowing in a warm comfort. His eyes slowly gazed across the room, until they eventually fell upon his nightstand. A sticky note was placed on the shaft of a lamp, and a light, gentle scrawling told him to head into the bathroom. Henry scoffed and grinned at the note before turning his attention to the window. It looked like a beautiful day in the middle of the fall. Orange, red, and yellow trees gently swayed, and the water down by the lake glistened with the rising sun. The whole scene looked even more picturesque due to his failing vision, giving everything an oily and blended appearance. Henry immediately thought about how he often went down to that lake to go swimming or skip rocks with his old high school friends.
By Richard Pasquali5 years ago in Humans
