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On a cellular level, things were okay. On every other level, life felt like it was disintegrating around her. Nothing was as it should be, her chest tightened further at the thought of what she had to do, what she didn’t want to do.
By Jenn URL on 11.04.2017
“Beg pardon, ma’am,” intoned the older gentleman wearing a top hat and carrying a silver-topped cane. “But have you happened to glance a rogue cellular device around here?”
The nineteen-year-old college student wrinkled her nose at the odd display. She had been settling down at her table with a large latte and a crumbly scone, and now some guy with an Edwardian era hard-on was asking her about a misplaced phone.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 11.04.2017
The device that ruins lives subconsciously. Everyone has one and because of this no one know how to have a fucking conversation in real life (or as anyone with a phone will tell you IRL). Of course this means that I have to pretend to have entirely different life on my phone. Yee haw!
By Phoenix on 11.04.2017
I loved her on a cellular level. They took her out of my body, put her in my arms, and every cell in my body changed. She entered each of them. Then she had her own baby girl. Lo and behold, I saw that one come out and I loved her on a cellular level as well. Every cell in my body has three people in it, and then a fourth, when she had another one. Even though that one is a boy, and it took a little longer, he entered each of my cells too. Heavy burdens, each of them, and total joys as well.
By Joanna Bressler on 11.04.2017
At the cellular level– no, molecular– we could never feel apart from one another. Some people call that “spooky action at a distance”, maybe if they know about about science. Science is not something I have studied so much in depth that I could understand how quantum relativity could be connected to love.
Do people hold gravitational force?
I found my head buzzing when he would talk to me; or soon before (and then I began to assume he was thinking about me, and by his words I knew he was). What would happen if we had known more about the subtle body of the universe? If we had put aside the material realm of feeling, of attaching pettiness to love?
I could not know.
By skye liberace URL on 11.04.2017
“One day, I swear I’m gonna sell you, Lars.”
That made him feel small, almost cellular.
By omqwat URL on 11.04.2017
Eyes are bright
By the screen light
By Elliot Martin on 11.04.2017
well, that was an adventure…
By cc on 11.04.2017
I have read by tapping into what has already been said that the cellular structure of the subconsconciousness is as good as it can be to remember this.
By Robert Kohlhammer on 11.05.2017
At the root of it
We find ourselves
Floating among others
In this sea of life
To this one form
We have come to be
Are we all an end in this state?
By Lynn on 11.05.2017
We used to call them cellular phones, to distinguish them from our home phones. Then mobile phones. But now, as the landline slowly atrophies, they are just phones: our outsourced brains and constant companions. The days I don’t have my phone slam this home in my consciousness.
By Taylor on 11.05.2017
Her signal died. “Damnit. Damnit damnit.” She tried not to throw her phone across the room. She buried her face in her hands. Now what?
She sat up with her hands on her knees. Okay. New plan.
By Bridget Grace URL on 11.05.2017
“There was no cellular connection how was I supposed to contact you?!” I shouted through the rain.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?” He yelled back pulling at his hair frustratedly. The words he spoke surprised me, he cared?
“Why do you care, you shouldn’t.” I spoke quietly but I knew he heard me. My voice was hoarse and raspy.
“I can’t stop caring even if I want to.” Ethan replied and I looked up into his captivating eyes before he closed the distance between us.
By Sarah Hillman on 11.05.2017
connection for a phone
The cell phone kept ringing and ringing. Voicemail would not pick up. He answered, or tried to, the ringing would not stop. He shattered it on the ground. And still it rang.
By Stella Winters on 11.05.2017
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.