A Charity CallCarl Hollander was particularly nervous about the phone calls he had to make today.He was the lead force behind the charity Hungry Hearts. The main focus behind it was to donate food, clothing, and other items to poor and needy children in the area. However, there was always need for donationsbe it volunteering one's time, donating items, or making a monetary contribution.Once a week, it was Carl's job to call people in the area and ask for donations. Depending on the person, he would ask for monetary, items, or time. One of his best friends, Tim, would make the list for him the day before. Tim would also put the person's occupation and whether they had donated before, and sometimes put a suggestion on what to ask for.Carl looked over the list. Some of the names were familiar to him, some were not. The charity manager sat back in his chair and picked up the phone.He went down through the list, some successful calls and some negative ones. He was happy that he had at least got
The Letter WriterHe was a letter writer.Written letters had long become a thing of the pastafter all, why would one write when one could receive instant gratification through an electronic device? All of these things made life so much easier.In fact, Alan lived in a time where most people didn't know how to write. Everyone was proficient in reading, of courseafter all, one had to read the daily screen to know the news and things that were going on. And all children learned how to type before they were five years old. But writing was not something that was used anymore, and it had become almost socially unacceptable to write anything. It wasn't against the law, but it certainly was frowned upon.But Alan wrote anyway. The gift of handwriting and penmanship had been taught to him from his father, and his father and his father before him. At the time of his great grandfather, being unable to write had been considered illiterate. Pens and pencils, which had literally become obsolete, were ver
A Summer PicnicAfter Oswald shut off the engine, they both got out of the car. Yvonne looked at her new surroundings in awe as he opened the trunk."What do you think?" he asked her as he rummaged for the basket and the blanket that he had set in the trunk especially for this trip."It's... different," Yvonne managed to say. "Just not used to this."Oswald smiled. "You'll get used to it, dear," he told her. His fiance had lived in cities practically since the day she was born. Oswald, however, had grown up on a farm and missed the countryside. He had drove an hour and a half just to get herea small plot of land that had become his after his parents died. Oswald used to come here often, but Yvonne had never seen the place.He laid the blanket on the ground under a tree, sitting down on it and opening the basket, which was full of sandwiches and Yvonne's homemade potato salad. He looked up after taking out all of the food and saw that she wasn't sitting beside him. Alarmed, Oswald stood up, but l
Father and Son in the SummerThe smell and warmth of the campfire was comforting to both of them. They sat beside it, letting it get rid of the chill that the cool summer air created. Their tent, already staked and set up, stood in the shadows."I'm glad Mommy let us go on this camping trip," the little boy told his father, hugging his legs, which were tanned and bug-bitten."Me, too," he replied, gazing into the fire. "Have you been having fun, Jacob?""Yes, Daddy!! I especially liked when we picked raspberries and swam in the lake!"Leo smiled. He had never had moments like this with his own fatherboth he and his wife agreed that it was important for him to spend time alone with Jacob.Besides, Jacob was not what most considered to be a "normal" child, and Leo felt that it was vital that he bond, as frustrating as that could be sometimes. But Jacob had been very good during this trip so far. Quiet, but good. No outbursts, no trouble that was out of the ordinary. It was times like these he really cherished
She's So BeautifulThey were both bachelors; but Tim was more outgoing than Larry. Even though they had been best friends since grade school, Larry was always known more as the laid back one, and also the one least expected to get laid. Tim, meanwhile, was more outgoing with the ladies, as they said.However, now they had both hit 25 and neither of the two men didn't have long term relationships. Sure, both of them had gotten laid once or twice (Tim more than Larry, of course), but that didn't mean a thing when it came down to it.So this was why, despite Larry's protests, the two friends were sitting behind the bar. They were nursing their drinks and watching the women walk by. Tim was hoping for at least a one night stand, while Larry was content to just look. A game of football was on the television, which usually kept the two men enthralled. But today their favorite teams were not playing, so their attention drifted to the women.Just then, a tall brunette walked past the two of them, sitting down at
Empty Canvas 2His canvas was empty. His dreams were unfulfilled, and the woman in his life was gone.But despite the canvas of his life being empty, he continued his art. Even though his world became desolate and gray, his paintings were bright and full of life.His bright paintings reflected a better life, one without pain.
Empty Canvas 1They both had a passion.His passion was for paint, his desire to make beauty out of blankness.Her passion was life itself, and her ability to find beauty was what drew her to him.Together, their passion appeared to be unbreakable.But in time, it faded, and he was left with an empty canvas.