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SLAP! Was that the second or third time he had been slapped this week? After too many drinks and too many wrong things said, Marty was now trying to calm the ringing in his ears. Definitely fifth in the last two weeks, he thought, straightening his jaw.
By Tess5 years ago in Humans
it's all about point of view
“Not sure if I am reaching for the stars, or just standing in the dark with my hands in the air. -Anonymous I imagine a girl, a lady really, driving down a long narrow road. It’s late and the only light for miles, is the headlights of her silver car. The road curves around through the dark forest and massive trees hug the sides of the pavement. As the wind pushes and pulls on her petite car, she wonders if she will stay on the road. The soft music on the radio pairs perfectly with passing wind. As the car lulls along, the trees begin to get larger and larger. Claustrophobia grabs her throat and pushes down on her chest. The forest creates a tunnel of darkness around her and at the end of this collapsing tunnel there is light. As she rumbles on the light gets nearer and the whispers of the forest begin to fade. The end of the forest is nearing and she knows she will miss the odd hug of the lingering trees. Her car shot out of the forest like a silver bullet in the night and she could swear she felt the darkness let go of its hold on her.
By Eve5 years ago in Humans
little black book
The Little Black Book It’s dark and quiet out here behind these bushes, Tatum looks down at the little boy she hopes that the child will be okay. Her mistress gave her one order and that was to get rid of the child. Her mistress Lady Antoinette has been having an intimate relationship with the dark and handsome servant Charles. The Duke was unable to have sex and she uses her servant as her way of getting intimacy. After all, she was very young when the duke married her barely sixteen and he was over sixty. Tatum is the mistress’s loyal servant and in return, the mistress allows her certain things that other servants weren’t allowed. A better bedchamber and better food are two of the best perks. The mistress didn’t expect to become pregnant. She would not allow this child to mess up her situation. She was built small so it wasn’t difficult to hide the pregnancy until the last couple of months. When she reached her last stage of pregnancy, she decided to live in the country alone in her last month to have the child. She did not want the child because her husband could not have children. He has cancer down there and he would know that the child was not his. She had the child painfully and after it is born, she immediately sends for her faithful servant Tatum to come near. She trusted Tatum to get rid of the child immediately. Tatum looks down at the child at this very moment and felt sorry for him. She was squatting in a nearby bush in front of the orphanage. She was going to leave the child in front of the door with the belongings the mistress gave to her to leave with him. It was five in the morning she didn't see anyone; she walks over to the door and places the basket with the child in front of the door. She lay the bag beside him with a note. She knocks on the door and runs back behind the bushes. When she saw the nun take the child she left and went back into the darkness.
By Peggy Whitaker5 years ago in Humans
The Purpose
It was white and tiny and during the rainstorm shackled by a leash behind the camouflaged sofa because I could not trust what it would do. I could not trust what it would be. For me, it was nearly dinnertime, a time where I tune out all but the rattle of the newscast. But for it, it wasn't really the time for anything except, perhaps, to die. I looked at it. It looked at me. My eyes followed its pattern. Its eye followed mine.
By Scott Gregory5 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 8/10
Scratching her head at the frail bridges and nuns holding baskets, Mei wondered why the nuns were wearing boots. People were fighting over shaded spots under the trees. Sweat dripped on their chins smearing make-up that had taken hours to put on. Closest Mei ever had to a full makeover was a little bit of mud on her cheeks from her days at the farm.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 5/10
Prince Inbu smirked. His friends would be laughing with him so much if they were here to see him. No woman in their right mind would want to dance with smelly pigs: not even for his hand in marriage. He heard that two of the women drowned in the milk, succumbing to severe dairy allergies. It was sad how far people would go for a bit of power. Sad as it was for the two women, at least their deaths would go down in the history books. He rubbed his hands together, he had to think of some more tasks. He couldn't wait to see the maidens flee because they were unable to let his dragon sleep.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 6/10
The royal gardens were filled with velvet tents catered to the bachelorettes. Mei popped her head out of her tent a few times just to hear what the guards were saying. Would there be any punishments if they saw her ragged hair? She did not know or care. In the working class, there was more to life than a simple hairstyle.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
FACING THE LEFT BEHIND
It was a particularly warm Sunday morning. The world outside was already in the midst of its rhythms, neighbors mowing lawns, others washing cars. Others, in their Sunday best, raced off to church, but as the world was happening outside he was inside. To be exact, he was in a room he hadn’t stepped into for some time, a room that had been closed off and ignored, but here he was standing and staring. He was staring at a cheque. His whole being boiled with frustration as he tried to come to terms with the amount. Whether it was a big amount or a small amount, what did this amount suggest about his worth? What did this declare about his value. These questions ran through his mind in such a consuming way that all the noise of outside was nonexistent. Nothing outside this room existed. In this moment, all existence was a dim dust filled room with only a gush of light flowing across the wall and desk.
By Scott Wellard5 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 4/10
Out of the three hundred women who had signed up for the tournament, only 269 made it to the castle gate before sunset. Mei sighed in relief that she was one of them. The tips of her fingers aged with the frost. Rubbing her hands together, she covered her mouth an blew into them. After a minute of panting, she couldn't keep her hands of Bessie. Maidens in lilac dresses laughed at her as Mei kissed Bessie's ears. Many others glared at in disgust. What the hell was she doing showing such affection to a cow? In the higher classes, cows were only good for beef and milk. Bessie may not be as aesthetically pleasing as a horse, but she was loyal and helpful. If it wasn't for the sweet cow, she was certain to be stuck in some bush somewhere.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 3/10
"Is that the farmer's daughter?" "What was she thinking signing up?" "No way would a prince want her?" The first task was designed to sort out the wheat from the chaff. Pantalon's capital city, Bulbabutt was thick with people. Mei knew she was out of place in her brown rags and green apron whereas the other women wore fancy frocks and shiny rocks. Prince Inbu was nowhere to be seen. In his place was a clown dressed in purple stripes and green stars and a yellow nose.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Inbu’s Heart 2/10
Mei stretched her arms, leaning back against the mattress. She rolled over, feeling the sun rays on her face. Even without the chickens crowing, she knew it was time to get up. Two Shih Tzu dogs jumped on her bed. The black one Oxo, pulled the covers away, the white one, Tenshi, licked her hand and using her tongue to slap Mei's face.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
"Top hat....tie....suit....shoes," Henry murmured to himself,"PANTS?!?," he screamed. "No wait, I do...I do have pants." Every morning Henry would go through the same routine and every morning he felt like something was missing. Something was always missing. However, this day Henry had better fortune and all was perfect. In another room, a sweet old lady. "Henry!!! Don't forget to pay the gardener!!" For a little old lady she could break walls with her voice. "Will do, my sweet," Henry responded. What fortune led to Henry when he discovered something uneasy on his mind. Forget paying the gardener, there were other more dangerous forces at play. Like the silent thunder of the colossus of a hurricane, a storm was rising. Rising fast. Henry could not stop it, even if he wanted to. Hope seemed lost. Wait, maybe if....Yes. "The Little Black Book?" Henry stared out into the garden, whose roses and tulips were ever more light from the blazing sun. He had no clue where he left the Little Black Book last. Perhaps the garden. The events in motion had already been in motion, unstoppable for the time being. "I've got to find that Little Black Book," Henry said, with a cold tone, "I've got to." The present. A gift wrapped from time. There is now, Henry could only go on pretending everything was alright, until the discovery of the Little Black Book's location. There was only now. Out the door, to the garden, straight forward a bit, slightly to the left, no, the other left, ok, right a bit, and there. Standing in a sitting position was the gardener, a mysterious man. "Hello, Mr. Henry," a dark malicious voice, and yet. Holding a Gertrude Jekyll, a rose of English nature somehow made the gardener a less, scary man. Yes, a little less scary. Only when he would bring up knowledge of weapons of war and tactics would he fit his own persona. "Lovely day," Henry responded, avoiding eye contact with the gardener. A much quicker pace than usual, Henry felt like he was escaping the gardener rather than walking away from him. 8:00a.m. Secret Service of SHE, an organization specialized in the strange happing events of the world. Progress Report, information on Henry. File open: Henry Marvin W William S Gohnsun, age: 15 over 50, occupation: Professor. Of Knowledgeable Tactics To Find Ancient Items, Little Black Book: Missing. Class begins at 9:30a.m. and the students fill the room. Today, today was different. Henry had been training all his students, and today was the day they would show their worth. Who would fail and who would pass was up to one special task. "Hello, my pupils," he began. "Today you all have one task at hand, to find the Little Black Book. The first one to find it will be rewarded 20 thousand dollars. Once located, under no circumstances must you open it. The most brutal and dangerous consequences to those who look inside, a misfortune you will regret. How will you know if the Little Black Book is the one. Well. You'll have a cold chill on your spine and the world will feel as if the warmth from the sun was a illusion, only a projection of a warmth, A warmth you'll come to miss and long for and every moment you hold the book will you want to be rid of it and end your Chilling, Uneasy, TORTUROUS, MOTION OF EVENTS THAT IS, WAS, WILL BE FOREVER!!!,." he pauses. "That is how you will know." So began the search. 11:00a.m., Secret Service Of SHE. File open: Sarah WellinForth, occupation: Student. Of Knowledgeable Tactics To Find Ancient Artifacts, age: 15 below 35, Little Black Book: Searching....Found. Was it a coincidence that she would find it, probably not. She had a gift, a present from time. As she was walking home, a chill ran down her spine, the same chill Henry described. A certain call, a talking storm would lead her way. Lead her straight to the Little Black Book. A mysterious third party, an unnatural force that would lead her straight to the Little Black Book. "Professor, I have found it," Sarah opened her backpack and from a clothe slowly unwrapped the Little Black Book. "You have? How did you come by it, How?" Asked Henry. "You aren't the only one with magic abilities professor, but it was not my doing. A greater force has led me here," she explained, in a rather low voice for some reason. "Did....you look inside," Henry's eyes darkened. Dead serious expression. "No," she said, with an even lower voice for some reason. Sarah stood, "your reward?", in awe. Professor Henry took the book and carefully opened just out of view of Sarah. He began. "Hahaha, AHAHAHAHA, Finally I have it, my fortunes have changed. The darkness of the gardener will no longer fill my thoughts, I AM FREE," Henry bellowed out. Sarah sensed something uneasy, as the professor grabbed a feathered ink pen and vegan to write in the Little Black Book. Slowly and surly, each stroke felt cursed, the walls felt like they were closing in, THE WORLD RUMBLED, AND THE FORCES BEGAN TO UPHOLD EVERY MOMENT MOMENTUM GREW EVER DARKER AND THEN...."Here you go," Henry ripped a sheet from the Little Black Book and handed it to Sarah. "You....it...A Check?!??!, Your very dangerous Little Black Book is a check book? What kind of consequences would opening a check book be." "Well," said Henry," I wouldn't have paid you haha." The only force that led Sarah to find the Little Black Book was her School loans, and probably because she needed to buy some warmer clothes. Also hunger. Yeah she was very hungry. Henry thanked her for finding the Little Black Book, and left for home. At the gate he stared down the gardener. "Do you have what I need," the gardener said maliciously. Henry handed the gardener a gold figure, "cursed, why do you want this." "To change the fortunes, from a Little Black Book to the Present, a gift from time." "I will rain down Beautiful Roses and Dandelions, the green will fill the earth, and everyone will fear, THE GARDENER." "Yes you will," said Henry. With the power of the Little Black Book. The end.
By Vlado O-05 years ago in Humans