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There are many times throughout our lives that we experience circumstances that can either leave us feeling good or bad about ourselves. They can be either positive or negative circumstances but the most important thing that we need to remember..is how we deal with them!!
Unfortunately, I know the feelings of resentment and hurt all too well. I didn’t realize it at the time but I had fallen into a web of negativity over a course of the past few years. In conversations with other people, I had become a “nay-sayer”, someone who talked about people in negative ways instead of being the... (more)
Her hair was left threaded underneath his finger-nails.
Mud and wetted boots from chasing her through the moors, he finally caught up with her, though exhausted, she still put up a fight.
Breathless screams for help did her no good, not out here, where it was too barren, too cold for any human to survive for long, where the heavy fog blanketed the sedge grass and it wilted under its dampness.
Her clothes were tattered, expected, her life lived in the woods at the edge of the moors would be a poor one, but yet she was still pretty. He observed her cream complexion beneath... (more)
It was a Friday evening and the school fell into an odd silence, as all the children left as soon as the bell rang. Its weekend and the school won’t open till next Monday; the joy of the holidays filled the faces of the children and the teachers alike as they left the school grounds. A lean young man in a khaki shirt and dhoti’s was rushing through the corridors with a bundle of keys dangling in his hand, closing the windows and locking the doors of each classroom, his name was Appu and he was the school peon. It’s past 5 pm and he was in a hurry not because of the principle waiting in her... (more)
"Mommy! Make it stop!"
The little girl's plea fell on deaf ears, as her parents continued to rage at each other, full volume. It was the same scene every weekend. Father came home stinking drunk and Mother railed at him. They said horrible things to each other and once, Mother hurled a heavy, glass ashtray at him. It broke open a large gash on his forehead and she took him to the hospital. The little girl was home alone and peace reigned at last, but only for awhile.
Angry voices shattered the darkness and she woke up with a start. The sounds of vomiting and water running... (more)
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Amber was looking for the Town of Sagittarius. It was someplace out West she figured - probably in California, since California was the one State that would conceivably set up a community named after a sign of the Zodiac. It was her sign - the Archer - and Amber could think of no other that suited her better- half-man, half-horse pointing his bow and arrow at some nebulous target. Amber felt out place, wayward; a mutt in a town of self-considered pedigrees.
Amber grew up in Port Arthur, Texas. From her expansive waterfront deck, she could see barges carrying chunks of offshore rigs... (more)
Today I am thinking of writing about a lady I never met and I have been contemplating for long to write about her. I have don’t have any relation with this lady but somewhere in my mind she exists. I just don’t know what‘s the connection but she is there in my mind as tired and haggard lady. The first time my friend Barb and I talked about this lady I pictured her in my mind. That day I got into my frame to write about her but somehow couldn’t do so. Today I got up and while shaving suddenly felt some familiarity knocking my mind…I again felt her in my thoughts…I wondered that how this lady... (more)
His grandfather was crazy. Corey knew it at a young age, hell, the whole street knew it. The last time he saw his grandfather was the day the old man stood on his front porch and yelling at him. He was playing with the neighbor kids as his father talked to the people across the street. They were complaining again about his grandfather. Corey stood behind his grandfather's car that was parked outside his fence as the gunshots rang out through the streets. Corey could see the impact points on the gravel, tearing like an invisible beast into the blacktop.
The kids scattered back home and... (more)
It's quite strange how we met. The patter of electronic signals passing through the lines. The sound of the computer fans buzzing by my ear. The moaning of the woman I was currently having sex with. Across from us was her husband who was having sex with a much younger girl. She was closer to my age then the couple was.
We stood outside the doorway to the apartment building fully dressed. "Got a ride?" I asked her. She seemed too innocent to be meeting strangers on the Internet and having sex with them. She just nodded her head no. "Neither do I," I said and she smiled. She was quiet... (more)
“I’m on my way”.. he urgently replied.
He made a made a mad dash down the side walk in white crew socks, blue boxers and red cape..
Across 4th street, past the flower shop, the magazine stand, the liqueur store, and the grocery…
Speaking in his wrist phone “I’m almost there.. I’m at 7th street..”
“You better hurry!” the caller pleads.
Fast he sprints. Around light post, hurdling over parked cars, and slashing his feet with broken glass, on the pissed covered concrete.
“I’m here”..he pants.. into his wrist phone….
Ring.ding.ring.ding. She playfully clicks the bell.
Magnetic Butterflies flutter their wings along the white-metal basket. Baby blue and pastel pink...chrome wheels. She rides. Her bicycle seat is extra high, because she likes to feel taller than what she is. White leather tassels, hanging from the handle bars. A sparkly gold bell, with red, yellow, and blue glitter adorns the center.
Wearing her favorite pink converse, tennis shoes with red laces, a blue-jean ruffled skirt, and guitar tee. A funky gray cap, barely fits over her hair.
What a beautiful sunny day. She... (more)
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