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Commitment Issues| Chapter Two
In New York City, John stood on the balcony of his Manhattan Penthouse apartment on a breezy summer night smoking a cigarette. Mona hated that he smoked cigarettes, and he usually didn't smoke while she was home. But since she was out of town, John had to do something to ease his mind from the stress of missing her. Looking out into the night sky, he had Pandora blaring Musiq Soul Child, Half-crazy, in the background. Just what he needed to hear as he went into the apartment to pour himself another shot of Paul Masson.
By Nia on Air5 years ago in Humans
Permission 39
Permission 52 Gael knew parties like this. He’d never been a guest at one before. He wasn’t a guest now. He needed the judge to grant his client bail in a city where he had no friends and no favors to call in. It didn’t help that the city paper had published a photo of his client splattered with blood and looking shell shocked. This wasn’t New York. It was Atlanta and he was way too old to give pity eyes to a judge to get his way.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
Workaholic
People tend to lead ridiculously busy lives. It is not at all surprising to hear such a fact. People spend so much of their time multitasking that even the idea of relaxation is infused with a twenty step plan. There is no such thing as an easy or simple day. If it does not involve at least five activities the day is wasted and people are ashamed of such a blatant misuse of their precious time.
By Alya Sugarman5 years ago in Humans
The beginning
The airport was packed, and Claire was having trouble finding her plane. She hoped she had arrived early enough to find her seat without struggling with the other passengers too much. She was prepared to go back home. As nice as it was to see her family this weekend, she had to get back to work tomorrow, and didn’t want to miss the final flight out. She missed her parents and the rest of the family, but she had left Omaha years ago, when she had finally graduated high school and realized that she really needed to move onto bigger things. Sure, the people there were all friends, but she couldn’t make a name of herself in a town of less than 600 people. Moving to Mystic Falls, New York was not what she had in mind when she had begun her career and college search outside of her hometown area, but when she was completing her school research in New York, she paid attention to career options as well.
By J Covington5 years ago in Humans
Jazmine's Shoes
Michelle tied her daughter’s shoelaces for the last time, crying tears of joy. It had been three years of bottles and waddles and her black hair was stuck to her face by the wet of her mom’s kisses, and her cheeks were red from all the excitement, and she had chosen her own outfit: the furry pink jacket they bought her for last winter, a pair of blue jeans, and the white shoes the church donated. Michelle tried to keep her nose from running: everything was wet. There were grey spots on the shoes from Michelle’s tears. But they were otherwise unsullied: Michelle was in the habit of cleaning them frequently since Jazmine always put her feet up on the seat in front of her during car rides, usually covering it with dirt. Michelle stood back up, saving her last hug for later, trying not to think about it passing.
By Noah Thomas5 years ago in Humans
Haphepobia
Haphephobia. A big word for something most people would consider a small issue. But to me, it is a lot more than that. According to a lot of people, I am faking it, it is not real, it does not make sense. But considering my past, this fear makes sense to me. Haphephobia is very real and can be debilitating, especially since the only successful cure is exposure therapy. It is the fear of physical touch. No matter how often I visit the therapist or attempt to get closer with people, I still cannot seem to overcome my natural instinct to pull away.
By Kelly Brackett5 years ago in Humans
Short Story of Solace
Here's a little story to think about. .... January 17, 1980 Unnamed northern city A woman strolled through the cold barren streets of her own city at night. She was currently seeking to leave everything she worked for behind and start a new, less stressful life.
By Lovely Lucia5 years ago in Humans
One Small Act of Kindness
The train pulled into Kansas City’s prestigious Union Station, screeching to a halt. As the crowd of busy passengers push and shove their way off, a young man of 28 with wearied face stays seated for a moment, small standard leather briefcase still in hand. It carried his only possessions-some clothes, a toothbrush and tooth paste, razor, comb, and some resumes, along with a couple pencils and a few sheets of blank drawing paper. He otherwise held nothing of great wealth or value.
By Jackie Barrows5 years ago in Humans
