literature
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Conversations with Jesus
This was one of the first stories I ever wrote. I've written, rewritten, scrapped, rewritten... It was a seemingly endless process. It is a project that is dear to my heart, partly because parts of it are direct experiences. I finally decided to try and get it published and it is in Magic We've Forgotten, an anthology.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Humans
Scribbles in
Cleaning houses is my mother’s business. She encouraged me to go to college, get a degree and find a job doing something I loved. ‘Do well in school’ she said to me. 'So you won’t have to clean toilets and mop floors. Use your brain not your back’, she said. Although it was my first job at sixteen and where I worked on the weekends and summer vacations, she didn’t want to make it a family business. Don’t get me wrong, mom has a thriving business in the Seattle area with some wealthy clients and she’s grateful for the work. Most of her clients are tech guru’s or CEO’s who live in mega mansions whose houses are still clean when you come back because they are never at home to dirty them.
By Lorri Meyer5 years ago in Humans
Drawing Fire
The artist’s knuckles were enormous, arthritic, bent. He scratched at the page, huddled in the corner of the pub in his newsboy cap and swallowing wool coat. How his fingers could even grasp the pencil, I wasn’t sure, nor how his eyes—milky, rheumy—could catch my likeness.
By Beth Doane5 years ago in Humans
The black book of destiny
Amara was a little dreamer; she spent most of her days thinking of projects that seemed impossible for oneself to accomplish. “Amara, lunch is ready,” said Nana. “would you please set the table for us?” She raised her head to watch Amara walk the long hall from the study to the dining room.
By Nina Lapnet5 years ago in Humans
Dearest Fellow People Watcher
This past Tuesday started like any other day since I lost my job due to cutbacks and downsizing. I would wake up at 10 AM, eat a light breakfast, get ready for a job interview late in the afternoon, and take the bus home to prepare for the next day. The interesting part is that there’s no shortage of interviews, but there is a shortage of needing to hire someone like me. The interview that I had just left, would have been my thirty-sixth interview in almost five weeks, which would mean that I averaged about one interview per day. I can always make it through the phone interview. However, once I do the second interview, which is face to face, I seem to be not able to seal the deal.
By Stephanie Bailey5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
I found your little black book today. I picked it up and examined the outer layers that were worn and tattered. The black leather looked shabby as if to say this is one of your prize possessions. The gold leaf lettering almost non-existent. The fine paper bent and even some with folded over edges.
By Kim Meredith5 years ago in Humans
Go on Red; Stop on Green
Growing up on a small farm in the country ensures lots of opportunity for hard work during daylight hours. But once darkness comes, it is time to rest up for tomorrow. Or so you might think! My older brother and I regularly devised different ways to side-step the potential boredom, some of which I will elaborate elsewhere and some that should probably remain a memory that hopefully will just be forgotten with time. This particular story is not one of those extracurricular, planned and plotted activities, but simply a stroll after dark to get a soft drink.
By J Richardson5 years ago in Humans
Trapped in 2 Worlds
Trapped in 2 Worlds As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been an eccentric individual. From a quiet awkward teen wearing colorful clothes in high school and beating to my own drum to an outgoing confident adult with many friends and a career in psychology. My inner core and values have always been the same regardless of age. Whether a child or an adult I was always caring, kind, thoughtful , loving and respectful to others. I always put the needs of others before my own. To the world I was always a happy individual that made people laugh and well known for my sarcasm, humor and good nature. However, I had a dark secret that haunted me inside for years that nobody knew about. I was trapped in between two worlds. One world, where on the outside I seemed like your typical human being and the other world where I suffered alone daily. My life wasn’t a facade, yet one of complexity and at times a paradox inexplicable in itself.
By Sadie Colucci5 years ago in Humans
