What You Learn From The Stars (expanded) by linaket, literature
Literature
What You Learn From The Stars (expanded)
The nearest star to Earth, save for the Sun, is Alpha Centauri, at approximately 4.24 light-years away, which means that it takes four years for the light to reach Earth. With the naked eye, a person can see stars up to the sixth magnitude after their eyes have become “dark-adapted,” that is, all sources of light must be eliminated and, after being in the dark for about twenty minutes time, a person can see stars up to that magnitude, and the estimated number of known stars that can be seen unaided is about six thousand in both hemispheres, so three thousand per hemisphere. The Andromeda galaxy is the furthest object in the nig
I heard the slap of his feet on the patio before I saw him. Slumped in the sun lounger, I opened one eye and watched my step-son plod out into the back garden. He covered his face with an arm to block out the sun and looked around. He hadn’t seen me for a week. He did a double take before sprinting across the grass in my direction, but then stopped and swivelled around. Locating the cat, he padded across the garden and stooped down, stroking the black ball of fur. Up and down, as if he was washing a dog – you know, the way five year olds stroke their pets. Leisurely, Felix circled him, purring at the downwards strokes until he fi
In Lieu of Dancing by crisp-like-toast, literature
Literature
In Lieu of Dancing
The evening was ripe for excitement. A crisp fog wafted through the town, nearly crackling with anticipation.
The fella called to the lady, "Let's go for a ride."
She smiled as she hopped into the passenger seat, and asked, "Where're we going tonight?"
And he replied, "Oh, honey, honey, I'll take you out on the town. We'll boogie down at I Beam and drink fine wine. I'll get the DJ to play our song, and we'll dance 'til sunrise."
"But, baby," she said, a little skeptically, "I'm not much for dancing 'til the sun swings high. I know it sounds crazy, but I just can't tonight."
The man checked his watch, and glanced to the girl. He grinned
During my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve me
We only got caught once.
There were about thirty of us at Madelyn Cartwright’s orphanage, the youngest only three and the oldest seventeen. Ella and I were in the middle, young enough to still hope that our parents would show up one day, but old enough to know deep down inside that we were on our own. It was awkward and we were best friends, and that was our life.
Madelyn’s house had a giant staircase that split into two smaller ones when it met the window in the wall. In the middle of the night, the moon would shine through the window and onto the landing, illuminating the stairs with a sort of eerily pale glow. I know this bec
My Serendipitous Love by PennedinWhite, literature
Literature
My Serendipitous Love
I survived years of physical and emotional abuse, but it was not without consequences. The incomprehensible trauma I experienced still haunts my dreams and waking thoughts. It has been, and will continue to be, a long and grueling road to overcome my fears. What I have learned and discovered on my constant journey has lessened the pain I will persistently endure.
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He sent a random hello from a thousand miles away and the wall around my heart began to crumble from that simple word. It was an unexpected chemistry that unlocked my impenetrable heart, a modest reconnection with that ignited the catalyst of my future. He was different, so diff
You see that guy three seats down? Yeah, that guy. The one with the beanie. Never a good sign, beanies. Look at him, sitting there, head in his hands, cigarette wasting away unsmoked. Christ.
He's the sorta guy I don't like. It's -his- fault, indirectly, that people think of gloomy melancholy whenever they think of smoke-filled bars. They think of drinking away your sorrows and trying to forget the past. What the hell would even be the -point- of having bars if they were just full of gloomy introverts smoking and drinking? No, people like that guy who come here to drink, smoke and be introspective are the minority. Most of us are, you know,