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The Last Memory: Chapter Five
Trenton walked down the stairs, feeling the air cool down around her as she got to the bottom. The basement was dark and there was only one light bulb on the ceiling to brighten everything up. Trenton scouted the room for the dryer, finding it in the far corner of the room. She opened the door, pulled the clothes out, and set them on top of the dryer.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout 15 hours ago in BookClub
Reading Orlam
Introduction For my birthday I got the Polly Jean Harvey book "Orlam". I was a little confused about it at first, but now it has revealed itself to me and I am enjoying exploring the worlds and magical mythical creatures and people that are described here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in BookClub
The First Job That Changed My Life. AI-Generated.
The rent was overdue, and I was avoiding my landlord. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway outside our apartment, my body stiffened. I would stop breathing, as if even the sound of my lungs might betray me. Sometimes I pressed my ear against the door, listening, waiting, praying the footsteps would continue past our unit.
By Jenny 11 days ago in BookClub
The Month I Had No Job in New York. AI-Generated.
I lost my job on a Tuesday morning at exactly 10:14. I remember the time because I had just glanced at the corner of my screen before Michael appeared beside my desk.
By Jenny 11 days ago in BookClub
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow—it was a phrase Mira had first heard in a classroom where dust floated lazily in streaks of afternoon sunlight. Her literature professor had recited it slowly, like a spell, explaining how time could stretch endlessly forward, carrying both hope and despair in its wake.
By Ibrahim Shah 13 days ago in BookClub
New York Did Not Betray Me. I Simply Overestimated Myself. AI-Generated.
The first time I felt disappointed by New York, nothing dramatic happened. There was no argument. No rejection letter that made my hands shake.
By Jenny 16 days ago in BookClub
Three Kinds of People Live in the Basement . AI-Generated.
The first thing I noticed about the basement was not the mold. It was the smell. A layered smell—stale cooking oil, damp clothes that never fully dried, raw concrete, and something faintly sweet, like cheap laundry detergent. It was the kind of smell that told you people had been living here for a long time, long enough for their lives to sink into the walls.
By Jenny 16 days ago in BookClub
The Last Message I Never Opened.
The last message came in at 3:17 a.m. I didn’t see it. My phone was face down on my desk, buzzing once before going still. I was asleep, dreaming about nothing important, while something important was trying to reach me.
By Imran Pisani18 days ago in BookClub
Roosevelt Park And Me
When I first arrived in New York, I didn’t know where my life would begin. It turned out to be Roosevelt Park. New York is often described as a city of ambition and spectacle, but my earliest memory of it is quieter. It is a narrow park running along Chrystie Street in Manhattan’s Chinatown. Trees stand where buildings pause. Benches line the path. People pass through without ceremony.
By Jenny 18 days ago in BookClub
The Art of ..... Knowing What You Are On About
Introduction Book observations that are very relevant today This is a Seven Days In post from 2012 and observations from a friend on what I posted.
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This story is AI-generated, by ChatGPT. Every morning at 7:12, Daniel’s car waited at the same red light. The same coffee cup in the holder.
By Jenny 23 days ago in BookClub
Here's why reading is still worth your time
Most people would generally agree that reading has always been an extremely stimulating habit and pastime. However, it is often mistaken as a hobby for children, underestimating the potential reading has for every age group.
By Benny25 days ago in BookClub