literature
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And there she was. Her brunette hair flowing so freely, a smile so peaceful and a mind so mysterious. She was the type of girl that would run away and start and new life and people would remember her. She was known for her free spirit; nothing was a worry; nothing could furrow her brow. Things to her were just exactly that; things.
By Stace Wilson5 years ago in Humans
Bathtub Stories
BATHTUB STORIES Ah, perfectly so, yes, young man, thank you. That warmth feels good to these old bones… I have to tell you, I woke up this morning with an old memory on my mind. It’s a story from my childhood during the Great Depression, when we lived on the south side of Chicago. I couldn’t have been any older than 5 or 6 at the time... Funny what comes back to a man 90 years down the line. I thought of it because of the story I read last night in this book that my daughter brought me. It sounded so familiar, but I just couldn’t place it. I think I drove Deborah crazy ruminating on it, because finally she said, “Just sleep on it, Dad. It’ll probably come to you in the morning.” She was right, as usual.
By Doug Westendorp5 years ago in Humans
JUSTICE IN THE FIRST
"The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that is the way to bet." Damon Runyon Clair Evans looked at herself in the mirror critically as she finished putting on what little makeup she used for her meet-the-world regime. Her world had sucked big time the last year with the loss of her job managing a local coffee shop, THE BEAN & CREAM in Freehold, NJ due to Covid compounded by her fiance walking out creating a crisis with paying the rent. Her doctor brother at least helped and kept her from being evicted from her fifth-floor apartment and her dwindling savings took care of utilities and groceries. She had an interview at 10:00am for an office management job at Stanford and Myers Legal Service and fervently hoped it would work out as she brushed on a little blush. Finished, she stared at her reflection one last time and gave her short pixie hair cut a quick spray so nothing went wild in the humid spring weather.
By Nick Korolev5 years ago in Humans
Casino
1 The formless flamboyancy of cigarette smoke filled the lungs of James Holimer as he sauntered his way to a vibrant, colorful slot machine. Around the Diamond Casino, the faces of many risk-taking individuals could be seen expressing a focused and hopeful look as they placed their bets upon all the casino’s treasures. Around the well-lit space were people dressed in dapper and extravagant suits, dress shirts, dresses, and luxury accessories. Subtle murmurs could be heard coming from the entrepreneurs huddled together in groups and the stock investors gathered at the bar. Sweet Jazz music filled the room, and the subtly dry stench of cigar smoke engulfed the entire casino.
By Jordin Haynes5 years ago in Humans
The Dragonfly Inn
It was a dark and stormy night. The house was quiet and dark. Wandering through the halls you could hear the creaks in the floor as he continued walking down the hall. It was a mystery as to why this place had been emptied for all these years. Still, he wandered around checking out this historic building in awe. Thinking up scenarios of all the events that had gone on. All the people who came in and out, especially he wondered what celebrities could have been here. Scenarios playing in his head when he heard a sudden crash shaking him from his daydreaming. Following the hallway, he runs into another person. Looking puzzled and confused they stare at each other for a moment.
By MICHELLE SMITH5 years ago in Humans
Vice Prices
Slothfulness Zoe, at 27, decided her adulting score required a "restart". Crossing her chocolate-dipped legs, she tugs down the denim over her widen hips. Maybe not the best attire for travel wear, Zoe thought to herself. She gave away southern smiles sitting at the GBI Airport, acknowledging the few glances that landed before the planes.
By StoryBookShalette5 years ago in Humans
The Original Mabel
The lockbox hung as a black mark on Auntie’s front door. Mabel grabbed the hateful thing and punched in the combination, popping the box open to claim the key, shiny and newly minted from within. She opened the door and stepped into her beloved Auntie’s house for the last time. No longer alive with her presence, it stood as a tomb to be raided by those who don’t believe in curses. Mabel dropped her sleeping bag and went back to her car to get the dozen collapsed boxes before closing the door to the outside world. She had been given the weekend, reluctantly, by her great-aunt’s daughter Corrine to take the books she had been left in the will with the caveat not to touch anything else, as everything had been cleaned, recorded and priced. Corrine would hate it if she had to call Mabel’s parents about something that was missing or broken.
By Christine De Vuono5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK There it was. The little black book. It sat on the floor, in the middle of the room. Alone. The moonlight cast a spotlight on it, through the bare window, like it was waiting for it to take a bow. The breeze gave me a chill. Or, was it the ambiance of this lonely room? My eyes scanned this one-room house for a glimpse into its past. Mouse droppings littered the floor, giving the sense that I wasn’t alone. The front door hung loose off the hinges, like clothing on hangers at an annual rack sale. There was no furniture, but the wooden floor was scarred from furniture that may have been dragged across it at one time. It was obvious this place – somebody’s home – has been vacant for quite some time. Yet…this little black book was laying perfectly center in this little black room.
By Jazmine Warling5 years ago in Humans
Sandi's Insecurity
You know the old saying, “be careful what you ask for?” Well in my case, this is one time I wish I would’ve never asked. Here I was, Ms. Sandi Whitaker, in my prime, mid-twenties, I must add, living my best life. Unfortunately, my insecurities set in, leading to a moment I can never take back. Let’s go back to a year ago, when the most exciting day of my life became the worst day of my life.
By Misty Chiandra Ward5 years ago in Humans
