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Brief Encounters Of A Third Kind
Sarah twirled her spoon like a top on the mahogany table that was pressed against a wall. She sighed as the metal spoon’s clatter was muffled by the thick wood. How could I have been so stupid?
If I Could Turn Back Time
“Goddamnit, Cher, will you ever give it a rest?”
Cher looked up from her microscope. She wasn’t sure if Robert was being serious or not. Lately she’d had a hard time recognizing sarcasm—all she could sense was the ridicule her coworkers were giving her over her recent obsession: time travel.
“Oh hi, Robert. I didn’t hear you come in.”
Anne Frank's Diary 2
14 August 1944
My heart is wracked with pain. My chest feels like there is a hole inside of it trying to suck me dry from the inside. I can barely hold my…what is supposed to be a pen: the beloved book my father gave me for my birthday two years ago is gone. I think I left it back at our hiding place. I did not have time to grab it when the soldiers rushed inside. I only hope they did not find it so that those that helped us will not be incriminated by my words. How could I have been so careless to keep their true names?
A New Ten Commandments
1. Have respect for the beliefs of everyone; if people believe in a different God, it is necessary for you to have respect for that person. If people believe in homosexuality or another belief that differs from your own ideology respect their agency to have their own beliefs. This means more than to just tolerate other peoples’ beliefs.
The Diary of Adolf Schickelgruber, Aged 21 3/4
April 17, 1905
Dear Journal,
Today I am filled with joy one could almost describe me as a giddy school boy. I mustn’t act that way, though, for I am living my life as an adult now. My bohemian adventures start here in Vienna, Italy, where I will pursue a career in painting. I love the painted image. It is, to me, the true perspective one sees. There are no lies in art.
What About The Clowns
A solitary bead of sweat broke through white powder and mingled with red lipstick that spread through the cracks of the aging face covered in the makeup. I have to make it back...
My Dearest Betrothed
I write to you from a land far away where the people are as dark as wet soil but they are still my brethren through the lineage of our dear father Israel. For, as you know, I am a chosen being meant to gather my Father’s children and am in need of learning exactly my Father’s will which I can accomplish within this country.