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It’s not easy, asking you out. You’re fleeting, like a firefly flitting through a sticky evening, refusing to be caught. I give chase anyway because I want to open the palms of my hands one day to find you glowing there, bright and ethereal, a flame on wings.At first, I don’t know what to make of you. Your eyes are downcast when you shuffle to the front of the class, as if the floor is more interesting than the eager faces waiting to learn more about you. The teacher tells you to speak louder, to enunciate those two syll...
I let myself in after ringing the doorbell one time. At most homes I wouldn’t do this; I’d just leave the groceries on the front stoop. But I decide to waltz right into Mr. Granger’s house for a few reasons.
One: he always leaves the front door unlocked, which he argues is intentional, and I retort that he is becoming forgetful in his old age.
Two: I like to linger here in this quaint home, however...
Isabel woke with a start just before sunrise, her head snapping off her pillow. "Ow!" She gasped as a sudden rush of pain radiated from her left arm and ribs. She closed her eyes, took a few steadying breaths, and let the pains subside.Isabel listened to the many sounds of her bedroom. The buzzing of fan blades, the singing of the birds outside, all occasionally overpowered by her husband's snores. Then, with another steadying breath, she rose from her bed and gingerly put her left arm into its sling. A small 'Oof'
Michi threw another clump of clay onto the growing amalgamation in front of him. He reached outwards to gather some of the material between warm fingertips and pulled it along the wires that jutted at various angles. From a distance, the skeletal structure looked vaguely humoresque in form. Twisting limbs bent themselves backwards at an uncomfortable angle while the ‘s’ curve of the body it...
I get up bright and early on a Saturday morning, like I’ve done a thousand times before, and before I do anything else, I check the messenger chat on my I-phone to see if we are on schedule, or if anything has changed. It appears we are right on schedule. I pad across the floor to the kitchen, seeking out that life-giving machine, universally known as the coffee pot, and flip the switch. I let my dogs out of the back door, and while I am outside with them, I also fill the birdfeeder. I enjoy watching the little finches who come ...
Heavy clouds looked ready to shed their weight against the window; the rain is a familiar arrival this time of year - though not equally welcome for all.
As I watched the lane outside bustle with a rush of people from a coffeehouse window, an aroma filled with black tea leaves and honey pressed its sweetness to my nose. I hugged my thumbs into my mug to feel its radiant heat, kindly giving some strength ...
The groceries were once again not fastened. I should not have put them up. I should have put them behind the seat. Now they are only waiting for one small braking maneuver to throw everything overboard, possible even some milk up my neck. It isn't like I already get enough regurgitated milk on my chest, or anywhere else for that matter. I look over to the little time-demon that gives me so much joy. A second too long I s...
I see it almost every day. That is not surprising in that it is at the intersection where I cross the road to get to my bank, my pharmacy, and my favourite pub. It is a sad sight. Once it graced the corner with its lifelike beauty. Now it is a rusty wreck, like it had been constructed hap-hazard fashion from the twisted remains of a Ford pinto from the early 1970s. It stands in a small grassy area (too...
Scientists are the worst liars. They claim, this is this and that is that, but they don't really know. A lot of the time, while trying to prove this and that, they get it wrong. So, when the professors told Arielle her project would fail, she told them to shove it. That was the day we met.
I'd be the first to admit, I knew nothing about science. It was the least interesting thing in the world to me. Wheth...
This is my first time travelling alone.The statement is not true. Even as I think it, I can remember a million instances of myself on a bus or in a car, fearlessly and fearsomely alone. But that was a long time ago. I am old now.This is my first time travelling alone. In an emotional sense the statement is true. And an emotional sense is exhausting. I am exhausted. I am travelling alone. I have not had to travel alone in a long time. I have not had to be alone in a long t...
I never imagined while growing up that people watching would become a daily routine for me. Almost all of my family tell me I’m weird and that I need to get real hobbies, everyone except for my younger cousins, which are too young to actually have their own opinion. I do other things obviously, like my job, I’m a security guard at the local hospital, I work the night shifts. When I’m not there I take my dog Luna to the d...
He moved briskly on the path to his home,thrilled with the refreshing air and his performance in school with the test he took, he sang joyfully. On getting to his home's doorstep after opening and closing the compound's gate with his spare key, he happily pushed the door open and greeted mum as he entered, although having not set his eyes on her. He moved further into his house as he closed the door behind him and there ...
As a young Subaltern, I was posted to Bombay and was staying at the officer’s mess at Cotton Green. A barbwire fence separated the station from a small road leading to the BPT headquarters. Many a time, I would observe a beautiful girl walking on the other side of the barbwire.
She was extremely...
I didn't like Kevin. He was very slow, in every way. He wasn't that smart. His reaction speed was terrible. He could only move at about two feet per second, and that's when he was running. He was like a sloth. This bothered me even more than if I was just someone who knew him.
That's because I was his teacher.
My story begins on an average Tuesday. I was asking Kevin a math question. Math was espec...
I already knew there would be no mountain here. That isn't the reason I came. But I can tell by the vacant looks on the other folks' faces, they assumed there would be. Mt. Sunflower; it's the highest point in Kansas and is labeled as such on the map. At over four thousand feet, it's easy to be misled if you don't know a thing or two about the state.I find the whispering wind healing. It makes the grass breathe, much like the wind on an alpine meadow. The view here is of square miles of blonde vegetation, one after anoth...
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