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Blue Hand
One evening in the fall of 2017, I was eating at Applebees with my boyfriend at the time. I looked down at my right hand, and I noticed it was blue. I thought that I had touched something blue. Concerned, I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. The color did not go away. It looked like that part of me was dead, something out of a Frankenstein movie.
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Chapters
"Harmony in Paradox: The Lumivores and Umbraquins of Contradictoria"
In the sprawling kingdom of Contradictoria, a land shrouded in perpetual twilight, there existed two enigmatic creatures that embodied the paradox of strength and powerlessness. These creatures were known as the Lumivores and the Umbraquins, and their coexistence in Contradictoria was a living, breathing analogy of the complexity of human existence.
By Jose Mokua2 years ago in Chapters
See Saw
I saw everything and yet remained silent. As quiet as one could be in such a scenario. Every thing I said came out in in a muffled scream of agony and misunderstanding. The only way that I had left was to torture myself with the burden of reprieve. To buy my time silently waiting for the other shoe to drop, the page to turn and for me to plot my escape. Trapped in a weird fever dream of mistrust and non-emotion. A disconnected connectedness. Everything was connected and yet completely separate. I spent more days playing pretend than actually living. A casual glance from a stranger that said nothing more than, ‘We’re watching you’. I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone knew something I didn’t. Reading the lips of the patron next me saying “I just passed him.” Any time I got out of line I was punished and tormented with the most grotesque of thoughts. The silence was deafening. A loneliness crept over me and felt cast away from society. I felt disconnected from every person that promised to be there for me and to love me. I looked for the hope on the horizon and found none. Only a silent echo of my future that may never come, the love I may never have, and the life I may never live. Torment, patience, torment. The people watch as I move about throughout this life and never help. They only laugh and ridicule. They add to the unrelenting pains and agony my brain endures at their words, their hands, their lies. I hoped to move beyond it one day. To move through it . That hopeful revelation may appear and I may one day be free. A knowing of a certain truth, of a certain pattern, of a specific understanding that would bring me to clarity. That I may be free from this burdensome load was all I wanted. That I may see the fruits of the labors of my agonies and find peace. Oh not now, and maybe not ever. For those who know, know. For those who don’t, don’t. Would it be better to die a good man? Or to live forever as a monster. A shell of your once true good self. An empty basket to which once housed a soul and now only the hollow shell of a once proud man. A fruitless endeavor it is to hold on to one’s soul in a world with that held so many but not one kept. Sold to the lowest bidder for the highest cost. An influenced influencers dream, my nightmare.
By Jared Long2 years ago in Chapters
JILL BIDEN TESTS POSITIVE FOR COVID 19
Title: First Lady Jill Biden Tests Positive for COVID-19 Introduction In a stunning and unexpected announcement, it has been confirmed today that First Lady Jill Biden has tested positive for COVID-19. The news comes as a reminder that the ongoing pandemic continues to affect individuals from all walks of life, irrespective of their position or background. This article aims to provide a comprehensive overview of the situation, with details about the First Lady's health status, the potential impact on the presidency, and the importance of following safety protocols.
By isaac Gael2 years ago in Chapters
Bubble & Linda
It's hard to fathom these two people being together. Bubble, old, mean, nasty. Bubble, dirty, ignorant, disrespectful. Bubble, alcoholic, drug addict, prone to violence. Bubble, degenerate gambler. None of these qualities equate to husband, father, pop-pop, beloved member of society. Yet here he is all of those things.
By Tyrone Livingston2 years ago in Chapters
A House Divided - Chapter 1
Synopsis: A young indigenous Liberian boy's life changes when he gets adopted by a wealthy Americo-Liberian family in 1970s Liberia. Amidst cultural tensions, our protagonist has to figure out what it means to be a Liberian and more importantly, what it means to be him. When the cultural tensions in Liberia come to a boiling point, our protagonist finds himself seeking refuge in the United States and having to relearn who he is and what it means to be a Liberian on American soil.
By C.R. Hughes2 years ago in Chapters
Prince of Santa Monica
The opulent mansion directly overlooked Santa Monica Pier. Once or twice upon a time, Tony Quinn had wanted to invite a friend over if only just to see the lavish lifestyle of his family just before booting the friend back out into the coldness and emptiness of the impoverished. That had been had Dr. Anthony Quinn and acclaimed model, Moriah Quinn, had treated those whom they considered lesser than. However, they could do so no more. There were two cruel certains in the world; and one of those certain cruelties had removed Dr. Anthony Quinn and Moriah Quinn from their lavish lifestyles and from a world of "lesser-thans." There was no more question of comparisons of earthly wealth for them; their remaining concern now, if they were cognizant of grasping to one, would have been the destination of Heaven or Hell. Suddenly, their kingdom was unattended; save for the heir apparent to the family values and valuables...
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Chapters
The Brother Who Kept
Lee, New Hampshire 1982 I sat in silence starring at the open field as my old man drove the Ford F-150 along the main highway. I felt his words before he even started talking as he flicked a cigarette out the driver’s window. He had just dropped off my mother for an Adult Ed word processing class at my high school she was taking to improve the accounting on our farm. Dad signed me out of class early so I could help restock the feed for the cows. I knew though there was another reason. I felt this conversation was in plans since the day I was born and having just passed my fifteenth birthday the idea of what was coming was in the air.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Chapters
