How To Be A Human Being_Dare to dream_Maybe Tomorrow_Knock Three Times
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How To Be A Human Being
The car was hot, and the wind blowing through Jamie’s window hurt her eyes. The sun was low in the sky, and intense golden light glared through the dirty glass of Agnes’s shut window and into her eyes. She slumped against the car seat limply, every breath heavy. Reality weighed on her more and more with every second and every sound within it - the blinker clicking, Sierra crying, her mom and dad talking in the front seat. Agnes followed the dips and rises of the telephone wire with her eyes, making herself dizzy.“Jamie, roll up your window, we're almost there,” her mom said as the car slowed....
Dare to dream
The sun was setting behind the hill, and it's orange-red glow was seeping through the windows, the maple wood floor glowing. A beautiful cottage stood next to a river, now frozen cold due to the weather. The house belonged to a writer, quite moody at that time. Clara was sitting at her desk, typing away on her laptop as if time was eternal. But it wasn't, she knew that she had to submit her story to her publisher before the year ends. Her publisher loved her works, but fussed a lot due to her speed, and had threatened to leave her if she didn't show good results. She had given time to her unti...
Maybe Tomorrow
You want to learn how to knit. Why? You have no clue.Okay, that’s incorrect. You do have a motivation that marginally makes sense.The reason is this.Actually, to kwww.onedoor.ccnow the reason, you have to go back to Stage 3 of whatever this funk is, somewhere between Day 133 to Day 152、 You have to sit and marinate in the stew of emotions before you can try and fail to put it into words.Ready? No.Stage 1 is denial deception.It’s fine, you’re fine, everything is fine. You respond to texts asking hey, how are you? with utterly fallacious, exuberant, positive replies of doing great! how about you? You wonder i...
Knock Three Times
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this and nothing more.”~ Edgar Allan PoeMany’s the time I’ve recited these lines to myself, for good reason or not. Probably it’s the way the poet hits you with ‘a midnight dreary’ in the first five words. That and the way the speaker, the raven, the verses and we, the readers, are immediatel...