Short Story: Loving Nora

Sitting at a table for two at Eat ’N Park, Nora checked her fingernails. She could still see the flash of hurt shining in Quinn’s eyes even though Quinn probably sat in her cubicle busily calling clients and organizing data. It’s not like I meant to hurt her. It was a joke. After all, everyone knew Quinn and Hunter would never sleep together. I’d sleep with him. “Miss, here’s your Grilled Chicken Salad. Can I get you anything else?” Shaking...
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Teleportation Travel

I think we’re all intrigued by this idea. Right? Teleportation has been igniting imaginations for years. It almost always happens in Science Fiction stories and in all the different Fantasy novels. Somehow creatures are beamed across distance. [pinterest] Does this image bring up any memories of Willy Wonka’s factory? It does for me! Quick. Someone teleport me some dark chocolate. [via] But let’s get back to the important stuff. Teleportation. Every couple of years or so, Time Magazine has a...
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Not-so-Random Kindness

“You’re so nice.” People throw that phrase around so much. Nice. What is that? The thesaurus assures me that “nice” is a synonym of “kind,” but I wonder. Nice is such a bland word that we use to describe things that are less than awesome or great or fantastic. Honestly, I’d rather be described as a curmudgeon before I’m described as nice. At least if you say, “She is such a curmudgeon,” people will want to know why! If you...
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Travel Tunes

Nothing captures a journey in my mind more than good music. I have songs that I listened to on repeat during different travels and every time I hear that song, I am transported to that country. I love that magical transportational quality of music.             So that’s a small sampling of music I enjoy listening to, and they happen to be on my travel playlist. If you have a particular favorite song, share it in...
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How To Say Good-Bye

Whoever signed me up to write this post was out of their minds because I am the absolute worst at good-byes. Oh, right. I’m the main and only writer for this website right now. I’ll put it plainly. I’m the worst at all good-byes. There are really two types of people when it comes to saying good-bye. You are either the type who goes through the entire room saying good-bye to every individual (The Individual Good-Byer) or you sneak out...
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Poetry: Date Me Already

    As a general rule of thumb, I don’t like poetry. I refuse to write it unless some professor decides to assign it, and then my desire for good grades kicks in. This was written back in 2012 when it seemed that everyone was dating and cuteness abounded. I was the sourpuss writer sitting in the corner rolling my eyes at the absurdity, but secretly kind of wishing someone might want to date me. I unearthed this poem to share...
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My Dream Desk

In the past few years, I’ve had an assortment of motley desks. I often resort to using the floor, my lap, or a desk that was really meant for small children. Currently I type to you with the computer perched on a chair across from the chair that I’m seated on. This cannot be good for my back. So there are days where I like to just scroll through the internet ogling other peoples’ desks. I love this desk set...
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Package Caring

A lot of times when we think about how we can help others, we think of these grandiose schemes. If the thing is not big and brilliant, then it’s not worth our time. Not true. Write a letter. Send an email. Plan a package. Recently, a friend of mine sent me a surprise package. It wasn’t my birthday. I hadn’t been having a bad week nor was there a special holiday involved. The note was simple. Basically Barbara, I was thinking...
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Build Friendships: Prank People

I went through a phase. We all go through those, right? The Horse phase. The I’m-a-cat-I’ll-take-my-milk-in-a-bowl-on-the-floor phase. Or was that only me? For about a year, I went through a pranking phase. Don’t worry. Nothing too crazy. I searched pranks online, wrote them in my dumb phone notebook, and waited for the opportune time to prank unsuspecting roommates or dorm rooms. When the dorm room across the hall left their door open for an afternoon, I grabbed a spare toilet...
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Fifty-fifth Chances

It’s far too easy to despair. Sometimes it’s easier to give up than to hold tightly to the dreams of what could be. If we don’t try, we won’t be disappointed. Because that girl with blonde hair and long legs is better at everything than me and that geeky-glasses boy is smarter, too. I don’t like sticking my neck out to try something that I know I could fail at. In class when the teacher asked a question, I wouldn’t...
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