literature
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The Englishman's Housekeeper (part 1)
IT would not be the first time for Jessamine Hill to have a stranger appear on her doorstep wishing to say hello and often, also requesting for an autograph. The stranger could be one individual or a small group of strangers, like how fans fancied seeing the person they admired in the flesh.
By Josephine Crispin5 years ago in Humans
Sleep is for the Weak
I lay there in his stinking bed, wishing I could wash being dead off me and wondering where I lived. I could hear him running the shower, and for a long minute I ached to be the one standing under it and scrubbing away all traces of the morgue and these itchy, reeking sheets. I almost moved to go and say something to him, but I didn't want to have to fumble through another conversation, and I didn't want to be naked in his flat while he was here either.
By L.C. Schäfer5 years ago in Humans
The Record of Lives
He stood immobile in the middle of the busy city sidewalk. People walked past him, seeming to narrowly avoid colliding with him, but failing to take any notice of his presence. It was a small bubble of quiet in a city of noise, for while the sounds reached him physically, he paid no mind to them. They were trivialities to his kind, just things that existed but had no consequences for him. So he continued to stand their amidst the cacophony, unaware of anything except the one thing he was here for.
By Scaylen Renvac5 years ago in Humans
Follow Me
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By Britney Behanna5 years ago in Humans
Magic Numbers
Angela sits on her usual seat on the train. She sits there every day on her journey to her city job, at the back of the carriage, where, usually, nobody disturbs her. Angela enjoys these daily moments of peace before arriving at the hospital, where she will be on her feet all day long, tending to those who are ill and some who just think they are ill. Sometimes it is a rewarding profession, but mostly it seems like a thankless task. Yet she has always wanted to work in this industry. Caring just seems to come naturally to her.
By Gillian Kirkbride5 years ago in Humans
The Butchers Dog
The Butchers Dogs was a typical family run Inn, a handsome fireplace with a well stoked fire, a few hardened drinkers at the bar and dark nooks and crannies here customers can hide away, not seen by people passing, sat with their drinks whispering conversations about business deals or illicit affairs.
By LA Simpson5 years ago in Humans
Beginning
Lennie sat very quiet as she hid in the small grove of trees in the field between her school and her home. She waited for the shouting and sounds of bicycles to pass and fade before daring to peek around the little bracken that shielded her so many times. What if her secret shelter was discovered? She knew she would never be safe from the bullies that seemed to stalk her every day. Punches, taunts, name calling, it was all just too much to bear.
By Tammy Ranft5 years ago in Humans
Mondays
She hated Mondays. Nathalie invested all her effort to just open that last box of cereal, but it just got too much. In a second of silence, she just stood in the kitchen, in her clothes she’s worn for two days in a row, staring blankly into space. It was time to look again in the newspaper for a sign of hope.
By Jessica Schmider5 years ago in Humans
Hush Money
I need to tell someone my story. It's pretty unbelievable, but I assure you it is true. The only place to start is at the beginning, so, here goes. It was a day like most others. A brisk autumn day to be exact. The kind that bites a bit when the wind blows, but the sun still allows you to wear shorts. My favorite weather. I was walking down the sidewalk; returning home after enjoying a nice brunch with some friends when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something sitting in the middle of the road. I turned to look at this object and from where I stood, it appeared to be a small black book. There was something about it though. It seemed to call to me. It was bound in leather and had a gold metal chain wrapped around it. Curious, I rushed over, looking both ways before doing so. As I reached down to pick up the book, I was suddenly struck by something. It had come out of nowhere. When I looked both ways before going into the street, I saw nothing for at least a mile. My head was rushing with thoughts as I flew through the air. "Why is this happening? Where did the car come from? Am I going to die when I land?" I had no answers. Finally I landed in a bush about 50 feet away. The person that I assumed was driver of the car came rushing over to me. As I was coming to my senses, trying in vain to get my eyes to focus, I saw a figure standing over me. "Are you alright?" The voice asked. As my vision began to clear, I saw the distinct face and sharp jawline of none other than Elon Musk. "I think I'm gonna be alright", I said. But as I started to stand, it was clear that my hip was broken. I couldn't get up. The pain was excruciating. "No no, lay there, I'll call for help." I assumed an ambulance would be coming soon, but to my surprise, Elon pushed some device that was attached to his ear and began speaking a language I didn't recognize. Suddenly, almost instantly, there was a hovering device above me. Before I could figure out what was happening, I was transported to another location. What happened next is hard to describe, but I will try. My eyes took a moment to adjust, but when they did, I realized I was in a room somewhere. This room was pitch black, except for one lone floating and glowing orb. Beyond it's light, nothing could be seen. Below the orb was a table, and I was now laying face up on it. There was a tiny greyish green colored creature that I could vaguely see in my peripheral vision. I could not move. I was frozen, but I was awake. Elon stepped into the light and began talking in the same language I had heard earlier. The creature responded and then started walking towards me. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. My tongue felt like it weighed 1,000 pounds. The small creature then placed it's hands on my hip and there was a warm sensation that flowed through my body. Almost as if I was being electrocuted but there was no pain. Instantly my hip was healed. Elon said something else, pushed the device on his ear again, and as quickly as we had been transported to this new location, we were transported back to my hometown. I was laying down again, back in the bush, and Elon was standing over me. He again asked "Are you alright?" Bewildered, frightened, and confused by what had just transpired, I stood to my feet and slowly nodded. He then said, "Glad to hear it. Sorry for all of this, I was in a bit of a hurry." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a large roll of cash. "I hope this helps a little and pays for some discretion." He tossed it to me and winked. He then turned around, reached down and picked up the black book that started all of this. He then walked over to his car door, got into his Tesla, and drove away. I stood there in shock for a few minutes before finally regaining my composure and looking down to see the wad of cash looking back at me. Counting it, the sum was $20,000. I eventually made my way home, but I don't really recall the trip. I was too lost in thought. "What just happened to me? Where did I go? What was that strange creature? WHAT is Elon Musk? And lastly, how was I going to spend this hush money?" I had no answers to any of them, but I did have $20,000. All in all, not a bad way to spend my afternoon.
By Kevin Amburgey5 years ago in Humans
