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I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the editing lab with my best friend, Stephon, adding the finishing touches to our video assignment. Nothing too exciting, just a five minute short for class. We always took the video assignments with a grain of salt, no matter how hard we tried, we got overlooked for video of the week. It was such a popularity contest. Sure, we didn’t know all the editing tricks in Final Cut but with my knack for storytelling and his techniques with the camera, we usually ended up in second or third. Right behind the photoshop nerds, their meme videos are the furthest thing from funny, or the Twins, the loins from a pair of actors. They aren’t even A-List actors, so I still don’t understand the obsession.
By Phillip Boudreaux5 years ago in Humans
The Mysterious Little Black Book
Ever since I can remember I have been fascinated by pencil and paper. I was exposed to stationary at an early age because moms would take their kids with them whenever they went shopping. Department stores had stationary sections with stacks of paper and pencils that I was enchanted with, not yet understanding the power of the written word. Growing up I never thought much about writing until high school where writing was forced upon me and all the other students for book reports and essays.
By William O'Neal Stringer5 years ago in Humans
The Friend I Never Knew
The sun was just starting to come up as I turned into the parking lot of the factory. The radio hosts were chatting about how it was going to be another beautiful summer day. I parked in the same spot I had every day. I sat listening to the radio DJ’s talking as the newest hit song started to play. Turning it up, I take a sip of coffee and open my book.
By Brent Mansour5 years ago in Humans
Ashes to Ashes
Rushing out her garage to seek cover from the cold like she has all other winter days she fumbled for her keys. Sloshing up the icy wet stairs she almost put her key in the lock when a car pulled into her driveway. The turn signals blinking off the front and the slow pull in made it obvious they weren’t just turning around somewhere or lost. They were cautiously waiting to enter here this big Navy blue SUV. She paused with her keys poised and ready to pierce the hole but froze in alertness as she curiously observed this vehicle. Did she know someone with this model of car? She couldn’t bring any concrete thoughts or memories to answer that question. Two men’s silhouettes formed she now could peered into the SUV. A slight moment of panic rode up her spine and hair already standing tall like soldiers In this cold;crept up even higher. Should she hurry inside and get a weapon? Should she tactfully wait to see what they say with her cell phone ready to call authorities? Before she could panic much longer the driver popped out with a welcoming smile. He wore a business suit and shiny watch, about the only thing not dull in this wet wintery day in Faith, NC. The coulds white grey and heavy with future snow dimmed out much of everything. He stated her name firmly and pronunciation was sharp. He gestured to her with a gentle hand as he then asked if that was indeed her. She found her phone and had it ready as she shoved her house key into the lock. She felt unsure of how the man knew her name and now the other man closest to her was exiting the SUV. “Don’t be alarmed we are just following up from an estate we need to close out. We have been trying to reach you by phone but I’m afraid we have the wrong number or perhaps an older one.” His voice was soft, and kind of sexy. She felt immediately soothe and slightly turned on.
By Katie Jean Godbey5 years ago in Humans
Cardinal
From the minute my foot broke through the wooden board, I was sure I'd be caught. It was all I had in me to carefully slide my foot back out and peer through the previously boarded up window. The house was silent, not even the breeze blowing through the holes in the walls made noise. Though it did blow up dust with each gust, clouding my vision with a dull brown cloud.
By Olivia Cucinella5 years ago in Humans
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Akil’s snarky comeback was rudely interrupted as another right cross slammed into his jaw. The men beating him nearly senseless chuckled as they pummeled him with repeated punches, kicks and profanities “Get up motherfucker! Not so funny now are you, bitch?” said the largest of the group. “Yeah homey!” said another sarcastically as he pulled Akil up by his long dreadlocks, “We’re just getting started here.” The third man then landed a solid kick to the kid’s midsection causing him to reflexively double over in pain and gasp for air. All this because the 23-year-old found it exceedingly difficult to simply walk away when confronted by an asshole (or three) on the street. He did, additionally, since childhood, have a thing about being made fun of, and the men now violently accosting him, apparently found his disheveled manner of dress especially humorous on this particular cold and soggy San Francisco evening. Akil, slight in build but stubborn in attitude, did his level best to fend off the three much larger attackers, but to little avail. What felt like a brutal, half an hour-long ass-kicking (but in reality, was like, seven minutes) eventually came to a painful end as his assailants seemed to grow bored and threw him headlong unto a wet, smelly, decomposing trash heap in the dark alley where they had just pummeled him. Lying flat on his stomach, he could hear their laughter slowly fade as they walked away giving each other congratulatory high-fives, satisfied that they had sufficiently silenced the mouthy young punk. As Akil attempted to stand and steady himself, he fell forward to his knees clutching his stomach which had just been used as a heavy bag. Just then, something caught his eye when he noticed a glistening object in his peripheral vision. He spotted what looked like a small black, antique-looking notebook, the water droplets sparkling from the light coming from above the back door of one of the alley’s businesses. What caught his attention was the fact that in the dark and dirty alley, the notebook stood out as it was in uncharacteristically pristine condition. He picked it up, briefly inspected it, shrugged, and shoved it in his pocket as he staggered home.
By Will Waller5 years ago in Humans
Chester's Interest
It is night time, not too late judging by the position of the moon. There is a light autumn breeze and I can smell the remnant scent of Lexi's supper wafting in our backyard. I am lazing at my usual spot in the darkness, waiting for Him to show up. I know He will, humans are creatures of habit and He has been coming by every night for the past week.
By Verity Greene5 years ago in Humans
