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Duelling Friends
The sun beat down on the back of Sam’s neck. Sweat beaded on his brow. He met his foe face to face in the middle of the dirt road.
By Gigi Gibson5 years ago in Humans
No Coward Souls ~ Tragedy, Obsessive Love, and Addiction Plagued the Brontës
What experiences shaped the lives of the Brontës that led them to produce such literary masterpieces as Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall?
By A. Orr5 years ago in Humans
The Dream Book
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, careful not to let it drip on the pages. I tucked the notebook into my pocket and stepped onto the shovel. Clunk.
By C.C. Martin5 years ago in Humans
Dr AC Jackson of Tulsa, Oklahoma
Dr AC Jackson was a thriving entrepreneur being one of the first best African American surgeons. He carved his part in the city of Tulsa. It was known at the time as Black Wall Street. As it had so many thriving black owned banks and other businesses there. He made a name fir himself. All was going so well until one day in 1921.
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Humans
Your Lucky Day
He’d said his name was Donald, but I knew that was a lie. When I’d asked him his name, he’d said “Ddddonald,” dragging out the “d” as if he was making it up as he went along. His real name probably did begin with a “d,” but he’d backed off the truth mid-word. Sometimes it’s smarter to lie, especially in a bar to a stranger.
By Kirsten Anderson5 years ago in Humans
The Chapter from the Past
The Move History inevitably weaves its way through time, grasping at the fibers of the past and clinging to its memories, remembering only shadows of the people who once lived it. History starved its way into the lives of Davis and Elsie Wolff.
By Brittani Collette5 years ago in Humans
Oh Momma
“Johnny Pichette! If your momma knew you talked like that, she’d pour liquid soap down your throat!” Lilly said as she gracefully stood up on the edge of the pool deck.
By Donna Reimus5 years ago in Humans
The Moonlit ball
The Beginning Hello My name is Eloise and this is my journey into life experience abandonment, being loved, knowing loss, mysteriously gaining a big chunk of money, to finding true love all because of this little black book that was cherished by the woman who raised me. In all of my life I never once expected my life to end up teaching me the ways of aloneness, lost, grief being found, then alone again and then eventually in the end finding love in the most hardest and tragic way
By Cora Sturdy5 years ago in Humans
Coming in to 20,000$
Katie was always indignant about the way she spent. Uncertain and coiffed by a determination to spend and become new. Have an idea to herself and be like the rest of the people around her. Unfortunately this wasn’t what she was. She was ugly, frail and avoidant of any real issues that came her way. She hated death and everything that surrounded it. And there was a lot of good surrounding it.
By Katie Whyte5 years ago in Humans
My Brush with Love
What I love most about used bookstores is the feel of the paper in my hands. I love scanning it’s delicate pages for the history of the book; who owned it, who marked it, or if someone wore out a certain part (like the romantic section in a poetry book). The books I like the most don’t have a heavy price tag because they are worn and the spine is broken or missing. There is no spotlight on them. Each book tells two stories. I once found a poetry book that was gifted to a youth for being top in her class in grammar. The dedication was in beautiful well-practiced cursive writing that is lost to my generation. It was dated the same day as my birthday, except 86 years earlier. The whole thing just tickled me somehow.
By VINIKA5 years ago in Humans
The Stamp Collection
Charlotte was impatiently waiting outside the front door of an old mid-century style home on a crisp Friday morning. The wait had been almost two hours, and she was finally next in line. Any minute she would be inside to see what treasures could be found. Charlotte was a bit angry at herself for not getting up earlier, what were other people finding before her? She was anxiously awaiting to see what was in there.
By Carrie Hersch5 years ago in Humans
Little Miss Perfect
Ask anyone at my high school and they will tell you that Clair Alexander is perfect. She’s hot, smart, athletic, popular, and good at everything. However that’s not true, I suck at being patient, minding my own business, and keeping my mouth shut. So I’m not good at eeeeverything, but most things. My life is perfect. I get good grades, I’m really popular, the best athlete at school, I have lots of friends and the perfect boyfriend. As far as I could see my life was going to be amazing.
By Victoria Hill5 years ago in Humans