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  • Joanna commented on the post, stats 10 hours, 6 minutes ago

    I’ve taken 10 or more statistic courses in my career and what I’ve retained is the difference between mean, median, and mode. Also, the normal curve is engraved permanently in my brain. Did you know that honesty is distributed along the normal curve? About 2 percent of us are compulsively honest all the time. I had an exchange student who was like…[Read more]

  • GmaCis commented on the post, stats 11 hours, 16 minutes ago

    Stats matter, the low voice from the other room sounded like she was keeping a secret. His whole life he was taught differently. Be your own person, don’t care what others think. Put your passion above the voices of the crowd. Now he hears the conversation from his parent’s room and it’s a different story.

  • Después de revisar las estadísticas de vuelo, el piloto entendió que esta podía ser su última misión. Se ajustó el sombrero de capitán, se quitó el saco, tomó el comunicador y dijo a todos: Condenados, les habla su capitán.

  • Joanna commented on the post, rug 1 day, 8 hours ago

    Oh God, vacuuming! House cleaning! Washing windows! Emptying the canister! It’s all I do these days. Volcanic ash and microscopic particles of volcanic glass come in through my windows and doors from the Big Island on the trade winds. If I clean a surface, like the bathroom floor, then go into the kitchen to make coffee, when I return black bits…[Read more]

  • ckub23 commented on the post, rug 1 day, 10 hours ago

    Welcome, take your shoes off and make yourself at home. Don’t worry about leaving a mess behind, I’ll always be here to pick it up. You keep me around even though you never notice me here, waiting. Welcome, come in and walk right over me. I’ll be here every time.

  • GmaCis commented on the post, rug 1 day, 16 hours ago

    The rug cold and wet beneath her feet. She wondered what caused this. Stepping over rest of the rug, wanting to prevent anymore moister to go through her socks. There was no sign of a leak in the house or through the door. Had someone spilled on it. If so who? She lived alone. Had someone been inside her apartment? Could they still be there?…[Read more]

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, rug 1 day, 17 hours ago

    The weave in the rug was dizzying, the colors hurt her eyes. “No.”
    “You don’t like it.”
    “I really hate it.”

  • Jenny Yacovissi commented on the post, rug 1 day, 18 hours ago

    It was time for spring cleaning in the house, after the ugly snow that turned to black crusty filth after the first day. We pulled up all the rugs and dragged them outside into the yard, setting up stands to hang them over, and wail at them with the beaters to get all the dust and grime out.

  • lithium_haze commented on the post, rug 2 days ago

    She tackled him, all of a sudden, her knees hitting something in his windpipe that stung something fierce. Then she was on top, smirking victoriously, and despite the rug burns on his arms, he was just happy that she was here, with him, instead of out there and fighting something the both of them were too small for.

    “Missed me much?” he…[Read more]

  • amangelindiore commented on the post, rug 2 days, 4 hours ago

    I used to have an oriental rug that was crafted with gold thread. There were three eyes and three hearts in the middle. The threads were monochrome so that at different angles you saw different colors. It was beautiful and happy, majestic and stunning. It had three nails in it, they cut me and gave me tetanus.

  • Sean commented on the post, rug 2 days, 6 hours ago

    The rug was dirty and hadn’t been swept in years. Why did this suddenly bother her? It is not like she hadn’t walked on it a thousand times before. Somehow this time it was different. She reached down to pick the old thing up

  • En un boceto rápido de la viñeta se veía claramente la intención del dibujante. Había regado pistas de sus asesinatos en cada página del manga y sólo anhelaba que Rampoe lo descubriera y le pusiera fin.

  • Jenny Yacovissi commented on the post, quick 2 days, 18 hours ago

    It was supposed to be a quick job, in and out, and we hadn’t had to put in much planning. Or at least it seemed like it didn’t need much thought. But then Marcus stumbled into it with his chippie and everything went south.

  • orokpo commented on the post, quick 3 days, 6 hours ago

    i have just 60 secs they say, i need to be as quick as i can or even quicker than i have ever been.

    remember, I’ve got is 60 secs, no more no less but i have to make the best of it, no more no less.

    I can know if i will be better but i am certain i can be worse off than i already am and that makes me ecstatic

  • orokpo commented on the post, quick 3 days, 6 hours ago

    i could be quick, i could be slow but whatwever it is i do, it is most important i focus on learning.
    learning gradually, aware of the time but not focused on it.

  • orokpo commented on the post, quick 3 days, 6 hours ago

    she said to me, be quick lest i move on with my life.
    i was down and out but

  • Sparklespirit commented on the post, quick 3 days, 9 hours ago

    “Life goes by pretty quick. If you don’t stop and look around, you might miss it.”

    “That’s not the quote,” she laughs.

    “Close enough,” I shoot back. “Ferris Bueller was a wise man.”

    She tugs me forward, loose and joyful. “And will you lead the parade for me?”

    There’s only one response to that.

    “Of course, just find me one and I…[Read more]

  • Alicia commented on the post, quick 3 days, 11 hours ago

    When I first saw this word on the screen I thought…I can type quick .Yeah I can. So what should I type about? Maybe about a rocket?Or the wind? Oh wait…times up.

  • Bridget Grace commented on the post, quick 3 days, 13 hours ago

    She darted away, laughing. “No, stop it.”
    “What, I wasn’t doing anything.”
    “Oh yeah, right?” She shook her head and turned back to the dishes.
    “Not a thing,” he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, her back pressed against him, his nose in her hair. She laughed again.

  • The fox’s tail flashed beneath the bush. I dove. I missed. I ended up with a mouthful of dirt and a faceful of thorns. I wiped blood out of my eyes, lifted my head. I stumbled to my feet, but the fox had vanished, a flame in the grass.