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A Love For Stories Continued
Okay so it's been a while, had a lot of things going on lately but i hope you enjoyed my first story of many. In my youth and teenage years i have written over 30 stories, letting my imagination run wild, and helping me to cope with all the bad stuff.
By Lushanya Matthews5 years ago in Humans
Lies
Mavis didn't look like a liar, and Joan didn't seem like one either. Joan and Mavis had stopped lying to each other ten years ago, or at least they stopped pretending that they weren't when they both knew that they were. Watching the crowd rush by from the patio at the market, they recognized how fortunate they were. Hundreds of people trudged by with shoulders slumped and eyes glazed, trying to get through another meaningless day, pretending that they were okay and that they were living a Facebook dream life. The human droids didn't notice the smells from the market or the sounds of the water. The rhythm of the farmers and fishermen stacking their wares getting ready for another busy day went unnoticed. For the two old friends, they saw possibilities, not extravagance but small moments of appreciation and wonder.
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Humans
Over My Head
*Disclaimer: Random story tid-bit. If you're into commitment, do not read, it will likely never be finished.* I sat with her in the sand, wondering if the tide would reach us soon, pull us in under the water. I thought that maybe that would be better. Actually, to be honest, at the time I thought that there was nothing in the whole world better than sitting there getting cold next to her.
By Holding Hands With Shadows5 years ago in Humans
The Unknown Woman
Have you ever had something wonderful but strange happen? Well I did and it was the most wonderful, beautiful, strangest days of my life. It was a Monday morning on the coldest day in New York it was 20 below. It started off like any other Monday I woke up at 6am went for my morning run and then I went back to my apartment in Huntington bay took my morning shower got dressed in my favorite black suite and headed for the coffee shop down the street from my house. Once I’m there I order my black coffee with sugar and a bagel with cream cheese. I’d normally eat there but for some reason I took my order to go and then headed to the train going to Penn station 34th street in Manhattan. The train pulls up and I bored the train and head for A seat I put my bag on the rack above me; and I sit down. As I begin to drink my coffee and eat my bagel a woman approaches me. Is that seat taken? She asks in a sweet dainty voice. No, I reply then she excuses herself and sits in the seat next to me.
By Jennifer Gamblin5 years ago in Humans
