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An hour lost means an elliptical gained

Posted by Taylor Valentine in STORY-002 on
I have a favorite elliptical at the gym.  It's the oldest model, but has the perfect amount of resistance.  I burn a lot of calories, but am still able to walk the next day.  Unfortunately, a few months ago, the gym bought a new machine and replaced one of my favorites with it.  Now, there is only one. 

A man at my gym also loves this elliptical.  He usually goes around the same time I do.  He's a maniac, who uses pedals from an hour straight!  When he gets there first (which happens more often than not), I'm forced to use a newer, more painful machine. 

This weekend, we were graced with Daylight Savings (there's nothing like losing an hour of precious sleep).  However, there was a silver lining.  My mom woke me up at 8.  Well, my clock said 8, but it was actually 9:07.  When I arrived at the gym, it was almost empty.  Best of all, it seemed that the manic man had slept in.  
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My Best Effing Friend.

Posted by Jennifer Albright in STORY-002 on
So, for the past four years I've been slowly corrupting my very best friend, Beth. Now, Beth is pretty much as innocent as they get. But throughout the years I've been slowly worming my way into her head. She picks up on sexual innuendos, says "mean" jokes like "your mom" jokes, and recently she's been cursing every their sentence... in her head. So, today we were sitting in the library and she was telling me of my own corruption and the whole thing struck me as funny for some odd reason. And so I decide that from now on I'm going to do my very best to make her curse out loud. She's only done it a few times in her life, she's never cracked yet. But for some reason I feel the need to make her curse out loud, just one time even, as long as it's a serious curse. I have not yet succeeded, but one day I will and I think I will die of laughter on that day.
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A Tradition

Posted by Andre Serrano in STORY-002 on
​Ever since I was young, it's been a tradition in my family to cut down the christmas tree. I don't mean bring one home from the neighborhood lot on the corner, either. We would actually go out and cut down our own tree. On the way we would stop by peddlers village and get some delicious apple cider and check out the ginger bread house competition. I may have little need to stop in on santa or the easter bunny at the local mall, but this is one holiday tradition that I don't want to give up.
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I Love

Posted by Deja Scarborough in STORY-002 on
I love the way you love me.
I love the way you hold me.
I love the way you kiss me.
I love the way you make me feel safe.
I love the way you talk to me.
I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you make me love you more and more each day.
These are the things I love about you.
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It Exists!

Posted by Christine Walden in STORY-002 on
This fabled happiness is real! It lurks within you, barely contained, sitting in a small chair awaiting some external stimuli to let it loose. It was never meant for such a sedentary existence.
When said catalyst makes itself known and the confines holding this marvelous emotion are broken, it overwhelms. It drowns. It floods. It skips animatedly within your veins and must make itself known to all those around you.
It is a fidgety bliss that was never content with stillness.

Should one find themselves overcome with such feelings, I recommend running barefoot down the sidewalk on a chilly evening. Though I warn this jog does nothing to dampen the effects of the feeling, it merely makes one bearable to their family.
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