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Book Of Unity
Modern Day Italy (Local News Reporting), The winning numbers are 7,14,23,19, and 4. "Oh My God Oh My God, that's me, that's me!" Jay Says. "I just won 20,000 Euros; oh we Up!" " I'm about to be on!" Jay passionately says. Clears Thorat." You want to be rich now or rich forever?" Asks the Old Man." Jay looks. "Alright, old man, don't start lecturing me; it's a glorious day; I just won the lotto, and as far as I'm concerned, we're already rich forever!" Jay Says. " Have you ever heard of the book of Unity ?" The old man Asks. " The Book of Unity sounds like fiction to me," Jay says. "Old Man Grunts." Fiction? Oh, it's the thing that brings fantasy to a standstill; it ultimately holds power that shift's the tide between those of power and wealth and those without; I mean, it can..." " Alright, alright, don't have a stroke, old man; what's your name anyway?" Jay interrupts and says." Roberto." Roberto says. "Ok, Roberto, I just hit the lotto; I'll buy the Book; where is it?" Jay Asks. Roberto Eyes buck like a dear in headlights." It's in Vatican City! " Roberto Says. " Vatican City, Vatican City, that's like half a day by sea and another by land, how much is this book worth?" Jay asks. "The Worth is priceless; it can't be measured by money." Roberto says. Jay Smirks. "Let's say I'm a collector, and you had to sell it; how much would it be?" Jay Asks. "like...I...Said... it's" Jay Interrupts. "Ahhh Ahh Ah, I need a Price." Jay Says. Old Man Exhales. "Anywhere between Thirty And Forty." Roberto Says. Jay Chokes. "30 to 40 what?" Jay Asks. "Million!" Roberto says. "Count me in, I'll see you bright and early; we can meet here in the morning and go from there!" Jay Says. "Alright." Roberto says. "Great, See Ya, old man." Jay says with laughter.
By Ricky R Monroe II5 years ago in Wander
The Lizard
She liked Spring. Could hardly wait for the first warm day, when it was comfortable enough to wear only a knitted pullover and stay outside in the sun long enough to find the first snow flowers poke their little green fingers through the snow without her toes starting to ache from the cold. She still called them snow flowers, because that’s what her grandma called them when she was a little girl. Nobody else calls them that here, she learned that over the years. They are called Lilies of the Valley in America. Which is silly. They are obviously Snow Flowers; they grow right out of the snow. What other flower is resilient like that? SO many other flowers grow in a valley. Fragrant, colorful and flamboyant… But can they survive and break through snow like these plain little white flowers? That’s not the only thing Americans got wrong... She learned that over the years too. She’s been here for 25 years now. It’s home, sort of. She doesn’t belong in the old country anymore, everything has changed and left her behind. But she never truly felt like she belongs here either; her soul felt homeless. She worked as a night shift nurse in a hospital and hated it. Not because of the work, but because of the people. She was a great nurse; sharp, knowledgeable, dependable and efficient but… she didn’t like people much, which is pretty unfortunate when one is a nurse. It wasn’t always like that, but time broke her. Time spent with people broke her. She couldn’t understand why people were so demanding, self-centered, cold, superficial, empty and deaf to truths. That’s not what she remembered from the old country, but that was so long ago… Maybe it’s not just the people here. Maybe people are just different now, everywhere. Or… maybe she became different. She didn’t know, but she grew tired of having to contemplate it often. She noticed that she forgets to think about all this when she is in nature. So she surrounded herself in it as much as she could. It was rejuvenating, liberating and the only time her soul felt at peace.
By Szilvia Beylik5 years ago in Wander
Fingers Crossed
*A torn page with scattered water marks shoved between the cover and front page of a faded black journal* Chances are it's my skeleton smiling at you instead of me... Oh god... I hope it's my skeleton, please let me be a skeleton by the time you find me and not a halfway there, all bloated grossness... yuck. Forget that imagery please. Fortunately, there are so many little critters around I think they'll make quick work of me. I wonder if the venom in me will kill some of them. Does venom work on insects or worms or whatever? If I do get eaten and break down I am technically recycled which I'm all about so, I guess I like that better than the typical coffin situation. So, I am either dead or we are laughing over this wine in hand. Let’s see... What could save me right now? Chaac left for help right after I got bit, we are three days out from a town that maybe has a phone, so best case scenario he gets there and calls an emergency heli evac to find me in this dense jungle, needle meet haystack. What else... someone much more prepared than me who packed the correct antidotes for this region's venomous creatures happens by this secluded grotto, that would be nice. Orrr I internalize this venom and it makes me stronger like Poison Ivy from Batman! Please door number three! If I had to put odds on it, a thousand - a million? - to one I'm a goner. Goner is a funny word am I right? It's weird, I know I'm basically done for but somehow I'm in a peaceful place, just reflecting... could be the morphine I injected to numb the terrible burning pain coursing through my body but, here I am, calm as a cucumber staring up at the chef’s knife. Great idea alert, someone should sell this. Who needs a cocktail or a beer just take two parts venom, one part morphine and three parts dehydration bake in Mexican jungle sauna for a few days and voila! Don't get me wrong, this is definitely a bummer, I. Am. Bummed. A little more time on this big beautiful world, that would have been nice. I haven't even entered the "real world" and I'm already saying my goodbyes which is total BS. This trip was supposed to give me the greatest thesis ever and the doors of every curator and museum would fly open! They would pay me to travel the world exploring and looking for artifacts of past civilizations. Instead I go on my first trip and screw it all up. Anyway, sorry if my last words are weird, I'll make up for it right now, we found it! If you are traipsing around these parts then you probably know what I am talking about and I guess we didn’t “find it” find it, we found out where it definitely is which is just as good if you ask me. Well, at least it should be there. There is no way anyone found the guide post, the area was in total ruin, no one had been there in decades and it's the only thing that points to the final resting place of the artifact. Maybe it's the delirium or the venom eating my brain but I think it would be fun if you had to solve something instead of me just handing it to you on a silver platter. Yea, I had to work for it, and now you do too! Just, think about where you are the people and the heritage. OK, ready?
By Kevork Derderian5 years ago in Wander
Wake up, Lavender!
The sun was high, and the seagulls soared through the air without a care in the world. “The sand feels so amazing on my toes”, the woman thought, “like cozy socks, and the breeze from the ocean is so warm. As she indulged in that moment of bliss her lips parted, “mmm, it’s almost erotic. I should sit and take it all in, I wish I had a blanket. No matter.” She finds a spot on the beach and sits, then lays on her back and rests her hands on the point between her sunflower yellow bikini top and bottom. “Oh my goodness, I could stay here forever.”
By Shereese N5 years ago in Wander
Hard Choices
I let a coin decide my fate this morning. Tossing it in the air willing it to land on the side that would make my life even a little bit brighter. Heads or tails, one of these faces would tell me to either put my two week’s notice in at work or eat shit and continue my miserable life as an office worker. I graduated college 3 years ago and I swear I’ve been living the same day ever since, I wake up each day with less motivation than the last. The work day passes with my eyes burned from too much screen time and my back tight from being stationary for eight hours a day. I work to survive, yet it is work that makes me no longer care to live at all.
By Jada Murray5 years ago in Wander
Ark Encounter Tour and Gospel Music in Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky
Over the years, Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky became one of the most popular Christian tour destinations in the United States. This region at the banks of the Ohio River has a lot of destinations and activities to offer their guests who want to enrich their spirits and commune with the Almighty.
By John Limbo5 years ago in Wander
