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Finding Zen
Stacy the gym instructor’s blue eyes flicked back and forth from gym member to attendance list, checking each name off with a ballpoint pen. She had gone done to the middle of the list when she stoppwww.onedoor.cced and winced. The name with a row of red x’s next to it irritated her like a stain on fresh laundry.“Pippa,” she mumbled. She hadn’t seen this student in over three weeks. Although she considered herself fairly lenient with absences, three weeks was almost too many. She could’ve saved her the embarrassment and just drop out instead. There were plenty of other students who would appreciate her effo...
Brothers
Impatiently, Brooks sat watching the sunset in the distance. Time always seemed to slow when he got to this point in the day. He felt like he was watching ice melt, as the sun slowly made its descent behind the hillside. He watched from his perch in the oak tree, hoping the sun would hurry up and disappear. Then, the click of the lock that was his favorite sound in the world brought his gaze to the doors of the library. The paunchy librarian had just finished her routine of locking the doors and was taking her slow, waddling walk to the bus stop at the corner. He could make his move now, and...
Pushing The Button
To Push The Button Or Not!As a child, Larry had many toys, but the ones he liked the best were ones where he could push buttons. Larry eventually became a radio engineer. After many years as an engineer, Larry pushed many buttons. There were buttons to start his car, towers, turntables, a microphone, and even the toilet! Buttons also kept his shirts closed and his pants up. People have buttons, too; however, they are not physical; they trigger our feelings. When you push someone's control, you are upsetting them. Larry always knew how she would react when he argued with her about a rule Susie ...
Little Units of Life
Impending summer has a smell. For some, it’s the briny scent of the ocean, for me it’s the chlorinated smell of a pool. When I was younger, I looked forward to swimming in the pool and eating nachos from the snack bar all summer. The summer before my freshman year in high school, there was one day when instead of swimming, my friends and I spent the day helping my brother look for some fancy baseball cards in our jam-packed storage unit. He promised to take us to the arcade and the carnival, so we readily agreed.I remember that day vividly—“I think my foot is stuck,” I said as I battled a worn...