The speech went better than I could have hoped with Susan in the audience. As with most speeches, my confidence grew as I spoke, but tonight, having her there, something more was lit inside me. I wanted to prove to her I was good, no, better than good. I wanted to show how great I was, and my energy matched that goal.
After a standing ovation and several nervous questions from the audience, I wa...
The podium was warm from the stage lights. Touching it was soothing and helped calm the flutter of nerves I always get before I big speech. I moved my hands up and down the edge of the podium, feeling the wood grains wind up and down my palms.
I took a deep breath and searched the audience, one of the final steps of me pre-speech ritual. I have found that if I make eye contact with some of the a...
Little Johnny placed the worn and torn top hat on his freshly made snowman. He had to stand on his tippy toes to push it onto its head.
He stepped back to admire his final product. The snowman was classic, three large coals for buttons that he had taken from his dad’s charcoal bag in the garage, some more coal for his mouth, sticks that branched out at the ends to look like hands, a pointy carro...
I looked at the letter.
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To those who even care,
For the last two years I have had a terminal illness, or so many thought. In reality I was completely fine. I had been acting, showing signs and symptoms of the rare, neurological disease the doctors and nurses believe I had. I won’t get into the details of how I kept the ruse going, but the most important part was to have the debilitations...
Dreadful. The whole thing is rubbish.
The characters are bland and one dimensional. The plot is tired and redundant. Even though I have yet to write the ending, I can already tell it’s going to feel uninspired and lackluster.
The only thing preventing me from quitting is something that’s been proven time and time again to be mental trick. The sunk cost fallacy. I’ve come this far so I might as...
The small town of Westcome was covered in a dense fog, the tips of the three story buildings poking out of the clouds like pointy teeth that grew in a snowman’s mouth. Cars traversed the cobblestone streets at a snails pace, relying on their memory of the road more than what they could see in front of them. More often than usual, you could hear the screeching of tires that had to break too fast as...
Where is the dang screen clip function.
I’ve been working on the same article for three hours, 25% of which has been dedicated to figuring out how to clip a photo from the internet and plop it into my work.
A massage appears in the bottom right corner of the screen. “Hi this is Clippy! Yes THAT Clippy. The one you grew up with and hated so much that Microsoft retired me. Well, I’m BACK and bet...
I charged at her, my dragon glass scimitar glowing green in the torchlight. Even from 100 feet away I could see the smirk on her face.
Dominyka raised her thin bare arms, palms pointed upwards and yelled “TREMELIA BORKOLO!”
The dozen dead trees that lined the chamber walls gave a simultaneous shake, their trunks twisting away from the ground with a woody groan, like a person stretching after a...
The mist hung slightly higher above the path than around the edges, or so it seemed. The white cobblestone walkway could be just be piercing through the translucent mist better than the drab gray brown shrubbery hugging the path.
Either way, I could only see the path, my eyes forced into a tunnel vision as I slowly made my way towards the house.
After fifteen minutes and no additional external...
Flowers were laid at the foot of the tombstone. A thin line of brown decay marked the perimeter of each pedal as well as the bottoms of the stems, signaling that they had likely been set a day prior.
The bait had been placed and the demon would come. On Halloween, the maiden Roxann couldn’t resist the chance to feast on corrupted beauty. Her hunger insatiable and motivating would drive her up an...