literature
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Exes and Oh's: Part 2
SERENA There was a brief moment before I entered the law office of John and Mackey where I debated on whether I should tell the rest of these people about the weird and random phone call I received from none other than Gabriel Montez, the first one out of the group to kick the bucket. Would it do any good to tell them now? Probably not. But I would have to tell them eventually. Especially since they're going to find it odd seeing me here at his will and testament hearing. I only knew the guy through Daniel and Marley. And after all the shit he had put both of them through, I sort of steered clear and took myself out of the picture. Habits of being the last to enter the group of misfits I guess.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
The Fight
The day was normal. I jumped up from my alarm screaming at me. Ten o’clock. As I throw my feet off the bed to stand, I remember what today is. Today is the day of the Rose Yule Celebration! It is December 23, rightfully scheduled to be near the Christmas holiday but not on it. My friend, mother of the group, planned this day for us all to be able to spend time just being together and enjoying the company of our “extended family.” I had been looking forward to this day since it was made back in November.
By Starlight Wolfe8 years ago in Humans
The Charm Bracelet ~April Part 1~
Chapter 2- The Beginning of April Christoph Mulligan knew he had to find a way to get Meredith to the meetings. The Lost Spouses Society was formed shortly after Christoph lost his wife. He needed someone to talk to, as did some of the other residents in the town.
By Crystal Nicole8 years ago in Humans
The Charm Bracelet ~ March~
Chapter 1 - March It was a sad and tragic day. Not only that, but Meredith had just lost the one person who understood her. Sitting in the hospital, she couldn't stand the sight of the hospital staff and the few friends she had looking at her in pity. She stood up from her chair, which was placed next to the hospital bed and pushed everyone out, shutting the door behind them. Slowly she turned to where her late husband laid, resuming her place in the chair next to him.
By Crystal Nicole8 years ago in Humans
Goodbye
“Goodbye,” he said as he stood there watching me intently. He stared deep into my eyes, practically staring into my soul. “Goodbye,” I returned. I watched his eyes for a moment then I broke gaze and moved my focus to the ground. I knew something he didn’t. Our "goodbyes" were different with only one similarity. It was similar in the sense that it was the same word. Our "goodbyes" were different though. He would be here tomorrow. His goodbye was temporary. He had something to live for. He was loved. He would be missed. Me, on the other hand, my "goodbye" would be the last one he would hear me utter. My "goodbye" was, well, mine was forever. I wouldn’t be here tomorrow. I had nothing to live for. Nobody would miss little ol me.
By Amelia Beck8 years ago in Humans
First Snow
The room was dark. She lay awake, she was always awake at this hour, thinking of her. She turned and looked out the window. The last of the late-night drunks were stumbling under the street lamps. "So happy, so stupid." She laughed. It was a kind of painful laugh, a laugh that had been hardened, one only of a lonely woman. Her thoughts went back to that night. The night she lost everything.
By Hannah Fricker8 years ago in Humans
Shades
He always saw his life in shades of grey. The sun rises and shades tend to follow. The sun sets and the shades fall with it. He often listens to the descriptions of those who experience color. His friend, who lost his lady love, talks about fiery “reds” and soft “oranges.” This friend talks about nights when the sun sets, describing the shades of “purples” and “pinks” and “blues” but he never once saw these hues. He often contemplated what life was with colors. He pondered on the thought of “green” because he loved the idea of laying in the soft grass. Or the pin-prick of a “green” pine tree, like those of holiday old.
By Kieryn Parkin8 years ago in Humans
Untitled Story
Part 1 Melanie “You know I love you, right?” I said as I sat up entirely too fast on the couch. My head was swimming and my vision was cloudy. I let out a groan and flopped back down on to the pillow Jonah laid out for me. Though I could hardly hear anything but the pounding in my own aching head, I noticed the fierce scratching of pencil against paper. I blinked rapidly and used all my strength to roll over and look toward Jonah. He was hunched over his drawing board, eyes fixated on the panel in front of him. It was silent for a while, and I figured he hadn’t heard me stir, so I just watched him quietly. His arm muscles tensed with every flick of the pencil in his hands. Sweat glistened at the nape of his neck, and his brow was furrowed in deep concentration. Whatever he was working on was important. I’d known Jonah long enough to know I wouldn’t get a word out of him until he put the pencil down.
By Stephanie Conklin8 years ago in Humans
He's Like an Old Record
There's this store I found out about around a year ago, that still sells vinyl. Those big, beautiful black round pieces of magic, that spin my soul into a musical typhoon. I go there on Saturdays, and dig through the crates. I usually have a few specific selections in mind when I go, but I always grab a lil somethin' extra. I can't help myself... I get lost in the moment.
By Cheryl Marlowe8 years ago in Humans
Fast, Loud, and in Love
Even amidst all the laughter and champagne, I was terribly bored. Sighing, I set down my glass on the window sill staring out into the warm summer night. It was my eighteenth birthday, but as usual, my parents were using it as an excuse to show off their money to the entire town. Of course they said it was my party but in all honesty, not a single person here knew that Catherine and Harold Sawyer even had a daughter, let alone that it was her birthday. The truth is, sometimes they didn't even remember.
By Emma Ewing8 years ago in Humans
