Stories tagged “morning”
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Morning Routine
The alarm goes off, and I stumble out of the mitochondrion. I shower, shave, and dress, then make my way into the nucleus for breakfast. I sit down at the nucleolus, and drink my coffee. My wife gets the strawberry jam from the endoplasmic reticulum, a...
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Rise and Shine
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm clock chirped gratingly. Elizabeth batted the snooze button. “Ugghhh.” Fumbling for her glasses, she almost fell out of bed. She hated getting up at 5:00 AM.
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Morning Messenger After Mead
Dawn had scarcely chased the revelers back to more private quarters when Kylun heard the rap at his door. Too foggy with sleep to be either excited or annoyed he trudged from his simple cot to answer the insistent knocking. Even the dim light of mornin...
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Morning Thoughts
I don’t want to leave you, feeling like this… In your grasp, holding onto me tight, your hands around my waist, don’t let me go. I am yours, I am your treasure, allow me to be your key, and I’ll unlock your fantasies. Please don...
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Rainy Morning
I’m writing this from my kitchen The time is ten thirty am, The lighting is dim in the den I guess I’ll scrape the dirty dish landscape Once I eat some cereal with skim No clean spoons I envision But I’m alone so I’ll slurp fr...
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Tomorrow's promise
As evening drew near we prepared ourselves for the worst. Bailey was bound to die with the light of day. Restless, she pawed at the ground, fighting fiercely for life. The mare was dying and there was nothing we could do. Quiet sobs escaped my daughter...
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All Meetings Have Been Erased
You make me late You’re so shapely My eyes knifed and ate A slice of your enticing cake and icing I can’t even wait I may take the whole day off just to taste The layers of your luscious love encased Within an internal expanding space My ph...
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What The Hell Are You Doing!?
I wake up weary in my bones and eyes. The digital clock switches from 5:37 to 5:38 the instant my line of sight focuses. I lay back catching the shock jolt through me, and I fully accept that I’ll be late for work for the second time in three day...
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An Angel Lights the Dark Path of Their Dreams
Someone told me You had caroled solely But that you weren’t lonely Only that you went undoubtedly Without a one and only who wholly Understands your soul’s song and story Under drifts of snow you stand A candle held with both hands on the ...
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Citrus Kiss
you hate me though you wait up, lately, you wake up “what’s up?” you say “besides that thing jabbing my side” and we’re laughing simultaneously unraveling, heinously scrabbling, dragging along the gravel with scabs o...
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Possible Somnambulism or Worse
Much to his surprise, Theodore awoke several miles from his house. A sunrise to rival any motel art rested over suburbia welcoming him to consciousness. As he became aware that he was walking, the motion ceased, leaving him on the corner of Douglas and...
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the weights and shackles of dreams
I had that dream again. That dream where I’m protecting the girl, but I’m taller, stronger. He comforts the girl, not me, but I’m the one doing the fighting. I’m the one that loves her and protects her. But she doesn’t see...
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14 words I wish I could say
I would love to wake up next to you, and kiss you good morning.
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Breakfast with a side of Rhino
Foster sat down to a plate of Belgian waffles, expecting that day to proceed as any other, and then a rhinoceros flew through his window. There was no particular rhyme or reason, all three and a half tons of it simply barreled through Foster’s pictur...
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Memories (I)
Pink skies Shaken awake by a Gentle touch Dad peering down Dressed at this hour Stumbling around Sleep still gripping my thoughts Pulling, drifting, like the devil’s advocate Clothes on, shoes next The waves call The pink sky welcomes Rubbing sleep...
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The Morning Nightmare
I walked across the dingy carpet of the lobby and down the ill-lighted hall. My coworkers passed by, each flashing a quick smile or giving a subtle wave. The pressure of deadlines left little time for conversation. Passing the break room, the smell of ...
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Unspoken Threats
The early morning air was cool which did nothing to lessen the sweat that ran down Theodore’s face and chest as he rhythmically shoveled mounds of coal into his cart. Such was the lot of a jouneyman glass blower. The clop of hooves, creak of plat...
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From the Library of Failure (Branch 2, Part 1)
I had another dream last night. I was standing on the back of a whale, riding it across an ocean that glowed like the night sky. I was on my way to a very important meeting, a meeting that would change everything. We were almost there when a girl stepp...
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The Wanderer and his Wife
It was a buttered toast and cinnamon morning. I wore my robe, swirling across the cold kitchen floor to pour coffee, breathing its aromatic steam and watching the nodding leaves outside the window as my fingers tingled with heat. He was already awake o...
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Late and Early Risers
Clarissa pushed away a tangled mound of red hair from her eyes, wrapping her robe more tightly around her body as she swayed toward the open french doors. Outside, the pebble patio looked out onto an awe-inspiring sunrise. She leaned in the doorway, sq...
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Morning at the Boardwalk
She stares across the lake but not at it; considers pathless, uncharted infinity. Her cup sweats in the humid morning air, drops falling unnoticed to the weathered wood. “You got anything lined up?” he repeats. She blinks, twice. “Nah...
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Sky
So the blackest night is broken, shattered by the sweeping dawn. Purple clouds, a remnant token of the darkness almost gone, touch the sky like mountains solemn, like explosions frozen still. Up they rise, triumphant columns, bearing down upon this hil...
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Ukulele fingers.
Wake up, headache. Shower and aspirin. Feel better. Need music. Break out ukulele. Strum chord, strum. Fingers hurt. Need to stop biting nails. No bandaids, get electrical tape. Tape ends of fingers. Ukulele fingers. Write simple song. ...
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Morning Jog
I don’t know if I’ve ever had a “runner’s high.” Apparently, running is supposed to make your brain produce endorphins and you turn into a euphoric ball of energy. Maybe it’s overdramaticized, or maybe I’m miss...
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The Morning After
My dorm room is spinning as my eyelids peak open. I feel nauseous, as if I am going to vomit. Immediately, I sit up, but then realize I am not wearing any clothes and this dormitory isn’t mine. I look to my right. Ed, still in profound slumber, i...
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