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Edward stood staring out of his kitchen window, hypnotized by the thick blanket of fresh snow brought by the first winter storm of the season. The quietness of the morning broken by the random cracking sounds of branches falling to the ground due to the weight of the snow. As he takes his first deep breathe of the day he is treated with a calming sensation of gratitude and the warming fragrance a fresh pot of coffee. It’s a welcomed restful Wednesday morning as by now he would have already been on his way into town to open up the office and greeted by Jane Fonzo, his hardest working employee. Though due to the current weather situation he sent out a message the previous day to his family of employees telling them to take the next couple days to enjoy some rest. He knew that majority of his staff including himself would not be able to make into work due to mother nature’s chilling effects. So why shouldn’t everyone be able to take a few days off?
By Jessie Carrales5 years ago in Humans
Kohaku
As the sun climbed over the peaks of the Samaa Mountains in the distance, its rays began shining through the cracks of the old barn, waking the boy as a gentle reminder that it was time for morning prayer. He woke with a burst of energy and sprinted down to the shore where he would wash before prayer. He stopped for a moment, his reflection in the water peering back at him.
By Zach Brunotte5 years ago in Humans
JEAN-PIERRE'
The train lunged forward, as it was leaving the depot. Jenna was putting her luggage away, in the tiny cubby, in her sleeper cabin. She rocked forward and reached out for the closest thing she could grab, to steady herself. Not paying attention to what it was, the handle suddenly released, and popped the cabinet open, it caught her off guard, she thought it looked like a fake decoration, like when they build inoperable drawers in places, to make things look more appealing. Not a hidden compartment.
By Sheila Payne5 years ago in Humans
Scratch That
BEER - CIGARETTES - LOTTERY - HOT FOOD. These were the delights offered by the convenience store in which Bhavna Patel had labored for the past six years. To call barely-warmed rotisserie hot dogs hot food was stretching it a bit, but otherwise, it was a fair advertisement. The owner was committed to giving his customers what they wanted, and in this part of town, that meant cheap eats, beer, smokes, and lottery tickets. Business was brisk. Bhavna was usually kept quite busy working the cash register or marking prices during her ten hour shift. But there were lulls.
By Michael Guerin5 years ago in Humans
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Who is this novel series for? Hi. My name is R. L. Laster and I'm the author of the novel series INEFFABLE. This novel series is comparable to scripts like HELEN KELLER, THE POWER OF NOW and THE ALCHEMIST. INEFFABLE is qualified to be in such greats' because of the profound impact and transformative qualities it has on the reader. The question is 'who is this for?'.
By R. L. LASTER5 years ago in Humans
The Void
He awoke to light surrounding him. The bright ambience seemed to have no origin, it merely left a glow on every surface. He looked around curiously, noticing there was only one surface in site–a smooth whiteness extending into the distance before him with just a touch of warmth to its color and every inch gently gleaming. It was a lovely thing to behold–a flawless palette of possibilities.
By Julia Furman5 years ago in Humans
Cunning
On a rocky stretch of coast, far from the tourist homes and trendy cafes, a young woman sat in the damp sand and thought about drowning. She used to collect stories about sirens, those enchanting masters of seduction and cunning who would lure sailors to their death on the coasts of islands. She lived by the sea, too, and used to climb out of bed after reading these stories and stare at the inky blackness that lay beyond the rows of houses.
By Karleah Olson5 years ago in Humans
The Fiery Object
“My uncle is dead,” I announced as I came into the room. Jack, my roommate, was kneeling in front of our coffee table and staring at a series there of three Newton's cradles. He turned to look at me. “You seem awfully broken up. I see how it affected your appetite.”
By Susan Joy Clark5 years ago in Humans
