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Hyperion
The foreman squinted up into the enormous tree, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun, and caught a glimpse of the old woman. He couldn’t believe she had climbed so far up.“Hey, you!” he called out, “What are you doing up there?”“Leave me alone!” came the hidden reply from high in the canopy. “I just want to be left alone!”“You can’t stay up there! I’m just trying to do my job!”“Your job is EXACTLY why I am up here!”The foreman was pissed. It’s too hot to be playing these games out here, he thought. He had a job to do and this old lady was standing, or rather, squatting, in his way.“La...
Subject to Change
The noise turned out to be a young couple making out ferociously behind the shelves of the Science Fiction and Fantasy section, their hands down writhing under each other’s clothes. Marvin struggled to find his voice, not only were they doing this in a library, and making an unbelievable racket with their moaning and groaning and humping, but they were doing it in his library. The girl opened one eye, which widened as it caught sight of Marvin. She pushed her friend away and glared. "What do you want?" she demanded, as if he were trespassing. "You guys are aware that this is a library, right?...
these days
Sara does not usually read books unless forced. However, she found herself headed to the library today to return a book as a favor to a friend. The book is called ‘hidden amongst people’. She haven’t opened it but she thoroughly examined the cover of what she judged to be extremely dull. A brown cover with a goldish writing that took the entire space of the cover. When she entered the library it felt like she drunk a sip of hot chocolate as it contrasted with the cold weather outside. This feeling or the sense of comfort, which came with warmth, made her decide to postpone retaining the book ...
The Swirly Blue Clay Mug
My dad takes his coffee with a splash of cream, and absolutely no sugar, in the swirly blue clay mug mom made. I always pour myself the first cup since I like my coffee black and still hot enough that it burns going down. Then www.onedoor.ccI pour his, and last I pour Lena’s. She takes hers with enough milk and sugar that it no longer tastes like coffee, so it never matters if it’s lukewarm. Our coffee preferences are a lot like us. I savor the first sip of that magical, acidic bean juice breathing life into my body before I start my day. I savor it the most at the breakfast counter beside my dad as we tear...