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Take Notes
I’m a little old for the game in which you choose a raindrop and watch it race the others down a window pane, but, since I forgot to charge my phone all day, I’m playing it anyway, the drops turning orange, red, then green, as the bus braves slick streets on yet another miserable evening.
By Emily Stephenson5 years ago in Motivation
The Weeds
Coyotes had been up on High Ridge Drive the last couple nights. They were tracking something. My uncle used to talk about how some winters they would form larger packs and stalk unusual prey. Talk down at the farm co-op sometimes turned to stories of savage attacks that seemed to happen when certain circumstances coalesced. The weather, the moon, the aurora borealis, the early season departure of the geese, I never listened to it much. Old Will Drucker often told of the time during The Great Depression a five year old girl had been killed by a pack down by Motrin's Mill. Although not everyone had believed it was the coyotes that got her.
By Greg Dueck 5 years ago in Motivation
Rectangles
In the ash-grey light of morning, in an outer borough of the city, Santiago refills the air freshener and wipes down the vinyl interior of his cab. And that’s when he sees it. There, on the larger, black rectangle of the back seat, as if it had just been calved, lies a smaller, black rectangle.
By Alice Twemlow5 years ago in Motivation
Altovise Ferguson: From Pain Points to Purpose Points
August 25, 2001 was the day that I was invited to attend a wedding of someone that I did not know. I was at a phase in life where I wanted to see people in love and happy. I love the idea of love and the events that happen on the journey to love, such as the wedding. Therefore, it was an easy yes when my friend asked me to attend a wedding with her to support her friend.
By Tavetta Patterson5 years ago in Motivation
Breaking Glass
Cassidy Brown stared at the strange package she found on her door step. After a long work day and battling the cold Chicago winter weather she was tired. Too tired to let her curiosity get the best of her. She took one last glance at the package before tossing it to the side.
By Fayth Christian5 years ago in Motivation
Last Rites
In March’20 when the whole world went into lockdown to save itself from the deadly Coronavirus, some people decided to give back to society and one of them was Yash. He was a 30 year old man residing in India who decided to start a Non Profit organisation(Last rites) to give a proper funeral for people who died due to Covid-19 virus. The pandemic victims could not get a proper funeral because their families were too scared to catch the super spreading Virus. Due to this mentality amongst people, the number of unclaimed dead bodies piled up at multiple hospitals all over India and sometimes hospital staff had to do the last rites of many victims. The NPO called Last rites came in and helped to reduce the burden of already burdened medical staff.
By Dipra Jain5 years ago in Motivation
Love Wins In The End
No one ever expected much from him upon his return to this small town. To say that his life was only going to continue to circle the drain was evident. Homeless and losing his mind, who walks away from a successful career as a chef? The poor guy, the one feeling I had left sparked for him, it really did.
By ThyLittleBirdy5 years ago in Motivation
Mystery of The Giver
The streets of Philadelphia are cold in January. The holidays are long over and on certain days like today, the morning after a heavy snow, they are empty. I used to think this was beautiful. Fresh snow, a quiet city. But these days I’m sick of the streets. I can’t believe I’ve been living on them for almost 7 years. It was only supposed to be temporary. I’d get back on my feet in no time.
By MP Tarantino5 years ago in Motivation
Black Book
Paradise Falls When I first saw the black book in the mail, I didn’t know what I was getting. All I saw was the twenty thousand dollars buried in the coffin. I thought about the dollars pouring over me, but I didn’t know what it would cost. That it would cost me everything. I frantically flipped through the black book pages and I read the rules. Their were Eight rules I had to fallow to keep the money or id lose my life. The first rule is to quit your job. The second rule was to give up your dreams. The third rule was to make new ones for a year. The fourth was to find happiness every day. The fifth was to not tell anyone about the book as it was being written. The sixth rules was to save six people. Seven was to touch a cloud. Eighth was the hardest, I had to make a masterpiece. I thought deeply on this, how I could make a masterpiece. The premise felt impossible and I felt the gravity of the situation immediately like a fissure pulling me in. I knew there was only one thing I could possibly could do to make a masterpiece. I looked over to my laptop in the left corner of the room. As I walked over and grabbed it, it felt heavier like Mjolnir. It was like God putting his hand on my shoulder and showing him the way. I felt stupid trying to win anything. I had never won anything before. I couldn’t help but to at least put my fears and anxiety aside and try to fix my life. By typing this story I would slowly becoming who I wanted to be. Someone I thought I could never be. If I completed this list I could keep all of the money but if I didn’t I could lose it all. I frantically started to work on this Black Book. I already had so many projects so many things I needed to do. My life was a dumpster on fire and it felt that way constantly. I hoped that this would be the end of that. I put my fingers to the keys and I began to play my symphony.
By Rodney Thomasearl5 years ago in Motivation
The Beginning...
Sylvia walked to the edge of the reservoir spillway. The snows were beginning to melt and the first of the Spring rains had started to fall. The water was rushing out of the wide opening into the river so quickly she could have been standing at the edge of a waterfall. She let the sound of the rushing waters wash over her and the cool night seep into her veins, letting it wash away the pain that brought her to this place. She had come here so often over the years; sometimes to gaze at the dark sky dusted so beautifully with stars, or just to cry into the darkness and sometimes to question whether the world would be better off without her in it. Tonight was one of those nights.
By Brittany Swenk5 years ago in Motivation
