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Part 1 Melanie “You know I love you, right?” I said as I sat up entirely too fast on the couch. My head was swimming and my vision was cloudy. I let out a groan and flopped back down on to the pillow Jonah laid out for me. Though I could hardly hear anything but the pounding in my own aching head, I noticed the fierce scratching of pencil against paper. I blinked rapidly and used all my strength to roll over and look toward Jonah. He was hunched over his drawing board, eyes fixated on the panel in front of him. It was silent for a while, and I figured he hadn’t heard me stir, so I just watched him quietly. His arm muscles tensed with every flick of the pencil in his hands. Sweat glistened at the nape of his neck, and his brow was furrowed in deep concentration. Whatever he was working on was important. I’d known Jonah long enough to know I wouldn’t get a word out of him until he put the pencil down.
By Stephanie Conklin8 years ago in Humans
He's Like an Old Record
There's this store I found out about around a year ago, that still sells vinyl. Those big, beautiful black round pieces of magic, that spin my soul into a musical typhoon. I go there on Saturdays, and dig through the crates. I usually have a few specific selections in mind when I go, but I always grab a lil somethin' extra. I can't help myself... I get lost in the moment.
By Cheryl Marlowe8 years ago in Humans
Fast, Loud, and in Love
Even amidst all the laughter and champagne, I was terribly bored. Sighing, I set down my glass on the window sill staring out into the warm summer night. It was my eighteenth birthday, but as usual, my parents were using it as an excuse to show off their money to the entire town. Of course they said it was my party but in all honesty, not a single person here knew that Catherine and Harold Sawyer even had a daughter, let alone that it was her birthday. The truth is, sometimes they didn't even remember.
By Emma Ewing8 years ago in Humans
Found
Deep clouds swirled over the city of Boston, not particularly threatening a storm, though just present enough to give the city a gloomy atmosphere. The city was usually bustling, yet today its streets were uncharacteristically empty and the few people outside had somber faces. Tom’s anxious eyes looked out the taxi cab at the glum scene and his lips pulled into a small grin—the first trace of a smile in weeks. He laughed pitifully at the irony of it all. How fitting it was that the weather, clouding over since morning, should be so poor on this, of all days.
By Joshua Caleb8 years ago in Humans
That Someone Else
“… but I have no ride home, Jasmine.” As I laid there in my bed, I was trying to convince myself to drift back off into my afternoon nap. I put Buddy on hold while I checked my phone; April 2014, 12:04 PM. "Well, there goes my nap," I thought to myself.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Humans
Where Am I?
...My pads have shown red from where I had walked; but still, they refused to turn black… ---------- Cold… so cold, it has been on one winter's eve night as Yachiru Hinamari travelled on foot to the neighboring town of Himigato. Staggering in weight, she treads through the snow leaving a trail of uneven footprints behind her. "It's s-so c-c-cold," Yachiru said to herself and pulled her blanket tighter over her face, "b-but Ta-kun's family is waiting for me. I cannot give up now." Yachiru kept moving forward as the sudden snowfall began to pick up.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Humans
I’ll Be Yours
- August, 1998 The banging in my head never stopped and the pain was becoming unbearable. It’s safe to say that I hadn’t slept in three nights. I stared at the smooth ceiling above us, noticing new markings and cracks on the old motel ceiling as the sun comes up. Sunrises were mostly always the same. Most nights, when Rob lets me leave the curtains open, I stay up and watch the sunlight poor in and take over the whole room and all of its energy.
By sarah noel8 years ago in Humans
Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Setup I lay down on my new bed, in my new room, in my new house, in a new town. Too many “news” for comfort. My parents have moved us to the big city. Population: 1,896,743. I have lived my entire life in a town with a staggering population of only about three thousand—too small to have a consistent and regular census. Tomorrow is the first day of my senior year in a mega high that looks like a university on steroids. I hate them. My parents, they have uprooted our entire lives in order to “work on their marriage,” which is just fancy talk for saying mom cheated on dad.
By Jared Smith8 years ago in Humans
The Beginning
I stepped into the empty hospital room and took a seat near the window on the far side of the room. A hospital bed with several little machines around it sat in the center of the room, its mattress laden with wires and chords. With so much adorning the space, it made me wonder how anyone could have lived through such bedding. My mind rushed back to the memory of me lying in that bed, unable to speak and losing my ability to walk as the days passed. I blinked the image away, remembering that it had been hard, but I had survived. It made me feel weird whenever my relatives said I almost died several times while here. Thinking about it, I slowly started drifting into offtrack memories and childhood experiences. Then she stepped in, interrupting the empty feeling. The room exuded and scattering my offline thoughts.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Humans
A Night at the Fair
I am standing in the middle of a fair. I look around and I see the colors of the rainbow almost on everything, and flashing lights. I smell the turkey legs and the funnel cakes in the red and white vendor stations. I see my favorite ride. I think I might get on it later. My parents dropped me off and told me to be safe, and that was about 30 minutes ago. I was supposed to be meeting my friends in the entrance of the carnival, but they were taking too long so I decided to walk around. My senses are heightened because you are supposed to be alert when you are on your own.
By Liana Carter8 years ago in Humans
