literature
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The Unknown Woman
Have you ever had something wonderful but strange happen? Well I did and it was the most wonderful, beautiful, strangest days of my life. It was a Monday morning on the coldest day in New York it was 20 below. It started off like any other Monday I woke up at 6am went for my morning run and then I went back to my apartment in Huntington bay took my morning shower got dressed in my favorite black suite and headed for the coffee shop down the street from my house. Once I’m there I order my black coffee with sugar and a bagel with cream cheese. I’d normally eat there but for some reason I took my order to go and then headed to the train going to Penn station 34th street in Manhattan. The train pulls up and I bored the train and head for A seat I put my bag on the rack above me; and I sit down. As I begin to drink my coffee and eat my bagel a woman approaches me. Is that seat taken? She asks in a sweet dainty voice. No, I reply then she excuses herself and sits in the seat next to me.
By Jennifer Gamblin5 years ago in Humans
The Judge's Orders
Gael’s knee hurt less when he returned to the jail. There might possibly even have been some spring in his step. The powerlessness he’d felt in hospital after being shot down seemed more like a memory than a fact. It was close to midnight when he arrived.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
Suffering Silently
Nobody knows what you’re going through until it’s too late. You silently suffer and keep a smile on your face because of fear of judgment. The time you tried to tell someone, they responded with “Stop crying for attention.” so you stayed quiet. You followed what everyone else told you to do. You weren’t allowed to show your emotions. When you were happy about something people made fun of the thing you love. When you were mad at something they said you were being too dramatic. Nothing you ever did was the right thing to do. You were always in the wrong in their eyes. So you went home, and you crawled in your bed. You suffered silently where nobody could hear you. You felt alone, tortured by your own brain. When you were proud of the story you wrote, you showed everyone. But then that one person came along and told you that you weren’t good enough, that you would never be good enough. So you never picked up a pencil again. You were proud of that new dress you got and you showed all your friends. Then that one person came up to you and told you that you look slutty, so you started wearing baggy shirts and sweatpants all the time. You were ashamed of your own body because the people that were jealous of you would make fun of you. They’d say “I wish I was skinnier, but not that skinny.” So again you’d go home and be alone with your thoughts. Suffering silently in the treacherous depths of your brain. You fall in love. With someone that treats you right. Someone that gives you everything you need to feel fulfilled. But then that one person comes around and judges you for liking them, and your social anxiety is too high to stand up for yourself, so you say, “I don’t really like him, he’s just a friend.” Which breaks his heart and scares him away. Then you go home. Suffering Silently. Alone in your own head with all the terrible mistakes you made. You can never feel like you’re enough for anyone, not even yourself. So you climb those stairs. Climb higher and higher until you reach the roof. The only place you can be free from everyday life, free from your own thoughts. The wind brushes up against your cheek and makes you feel loved by something. So you step to the edge. Where you look down and see the world around you. You’re so high up that the people look like ants. But you can still feel the disgust in every single one of them. You see cars racing, you hear them honking. You know that there is only one way to get the noises to stop. Only one way to feel at peace with yourself and not have to suffer silently anymore. So you scoot closer off the edge. You keep telling yourself that this will be okay and you will be okay after you get over this one last step to peace. But there is still something holding you back. Two arms grasped around your waist. It’s you. You are the one holding yourself back, the voices telling you to jump off are the people that judge you. The people that will pretend that they were so close to you if you jumped. They would tell everyone how they never saw it coming. They will tell everyone how they wished you would’ve said something to them so they could get you help. But they wouldn’t help. So you take three steps back and you collapse to your knees. Your head goes in between your legs and you burst into tears. Your heart shatters. But a door creeks behind you. You turn to see who is there. It’s the little old lady that lives two doors down from you. She bends down next to you and grabs your hand. “Are you okay sugar plum?” She asks. And at that moment you know that stepping back was the right thing to do. You wrap your arms around her and let your body sink into hers. You no longer have to suffer silently.
By Trey Reynolds5 years ago in Humans
Commitment Issues| Chapter Two
In New York City, John stood on the balcony of his Manhattan Penthouse apartment on a breezy summer night smoking a cigarette. Mona hated that he smoked cigarettes, and he usually didn't smoke while she was home. But since she was out of town, John had to do something to ease his mind from the stress of missing her. Looking out into the night sky, he had Pandora blaring Musiq Soul Child, Half-crazy, in the background. Just what he needed to hear as he went into the apartment to pour himself another shot of Paul Masson.
By Nia on Air5 years ago in Humans
Permission 39
Permission 52 Gael knew parties like this. He’d never been a guest at one before. He wasn’t a guest now. He needed the judge to grant his client bail in a city where he had no friends and no favors to call in. It didn’t help that the city paper had published a photo of his client splattered with blood and looking shell shocked. This wasn’t New York. It was Atlanta and he was way too old to give pity eyes to a judge to get his way.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
Workaholic
People tend to lead ridiculously busy lives. It is not at all surprising to hear such a fact. People spend so much of their time multitasking that even the idea of relaxation is infused with a twenty step plan. There is no such thing as an easy or simple day. If it does not involve at least five activities the day is wasted and people are ashamed of such a blatant misuse of their precious time.
By Alya Sugarman5 years ago in Humans
The beginning
The airport was packed, and Claire was having trouble finding her plane. She hoped she had arrived early enough to find her seat without struggling with the other passengers too much. She was prepared to go back home. As nice as it was to see her family this weekend, she had to get back to work tomorrow, and didn’t want to miss the final flight out. She missed her parents and the rest of the family, but she had left Omaha years ago, when she had finally graduated high school and realized that she really needed to move onto bigger things. Sure, the people there were all friends, but she couldn’t make a name of herself in a town of less than 600 people. Moving to Mystic Falls, New York was not what she had in mind when she had begun her career and college search outside of her hometown area, but when she was completing her school research in New York, she paid attention to career options as well.
By J Covington5 years ago in Humans
