A young lady I’ve known for years often likes to ask me what I’m reading. She saw me this morning and she was complaining she was tired from reading all night. I asked her what she’s been reading lately.
She paused… and said, “Um, some stuff I read online, from independent authors.”
It takes me a second to process.
“Fan fiction? Are you talking about fan fiction?!”
She blushed and smiled. “Some of it’s so good, i can’t even read real books anymore. It’s like the writers really live those stories. You like ‘em too?”
I nodded. “Just always leave comments, authors love that. Some of my best friendships are simply from comments on a fan fic.”
The bell rang so we didn’t get to talk anymore, but it was a great connection. She’s always so quiet and shy, so it was nice to connect to her like that!
I was standing on the edge of my toilet, hanging a clock. The porcelain was wet. I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink, and when I came to, I had a revelation, a vision, a picture in my head, a picture of this. This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor. It’s taken me almost 30 years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day.
Have you ever lost all respect for someone? Like you don’t hate them, but you don’t feel the need to associate yourself or say anything to them anymore…..
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This is the reason i won’t facebook during election week. I don’t wanna know what my colleagues and family think this week!
She loves getting to kiss him when he’s freshly shaved. It happens so rarely these days, as the beard has become more of a permanent feature, that she kisses him as much as she can, feeling his soft lips press against hers…
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