E.L. Martin
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What Made Great-Grandma Great
I've often wondered about my great-grandma. She survived the depression, many economic downturns, various children, and the death of her husband. Her stubbornness and willpower is unmatched by many. Aside from one exception that came slightly close, I have yet to witness any others that can compare to her in that regard. Living like that was just the way it was I suppose. You had to be hard, tough, and resilient to get along and live in this world back then.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Families
Roasted Renters
When my best friend and I graduated from college, we were on the lookout for an apartment or home to rent. We made our specifications list, and eventually found a place in a great area with off street parking AND utilities included! The monthly rate was slightly higher than others we had viewed, but the price on the others did not make up for the utility costs we would have had to pay. We signed for our first year's lease thinking we were getting a deal, and we were. However, it took a certain incident for us to realize why utilities were included.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Confessions
The Reason I Left My Bra On. Second Place in Inside Jokes Challenge.
While I am sure many people have their own college dorm stories, this story generally harbors a significant laugh from my audience. After the laughs, comments like "you didn't!" or "were you drunk?" follow. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but instead I'm quite proud of myself for it. No, I wasn't drunk. I was completely sober. It came from my very own impulsive mind, and watching the incident in real time caused my roommates to bust out of their chairs in giggles.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Confessions
Fairy Tail is My Fairy Tale!
Do fairies have tails? It is a question to ponder for any of Hiro Mashima's adoring fans when he created the manga and anime Fairy Tail. Who doesn't crave a world filled with magic? Imagine a world where there is a place for everyone no matter how chaotic, destructive, strange, and disorganized you may be. Magic guilds, like the Fairy Tail guild, are based on friendship and understanding, and give all members a place to belong.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Geeks
Love Yourself and Take a Bubble Bath
Recently, I made a change in my lifestyle. My mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health was taxed to the maximum. Simply put, I was a heart attack waiting to happen. I didn't like myself. The lifestyle I was living wasn't what I had hoped for or wanted.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Journal
Fearsome Trek
The trek to Grandmother's residence was an arduous one that could only be made on foot. No highway routes or interstates led to her home. The natives considered it bad luck to build routes in such a location. They prayed that humanity would not disturb the rare fauna that existed in this place. A few years ago, a dirt road occasionally adorned with gravel was deemed acceptable and unobtrusive to these creatures though it wasn't without its misgivings. The road was for foot travelers, bikes, and wagons without motors. It was as if the road was created for a different century.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Two-Faced Witches
I overhear a gossip-filled conversation about the fates of another woman by other women themselves, and am filled with anxiety. "Cackling" or "clucking" I call it. Like witches around the cauldron; plotting their victim's demise, discussing their various flaws, criticizing their every decision and move. The witches' motives never change, though I do not understand them. Things have been said about me also; that, I know first-hand. I am a constant subject of interest, but sometimes the things said about other people are far more scary and threatening.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
The Big Time
Charles stepped into the arena. The smell of tobacco, cigarettes, livestock, earth, and pilsners wafted into his nostrils. He breathed in the acrid fragrances deeply. "Ah, the sharp scent of humanity at its finest." he smiled, "This is what dreams are made of." He wanted to embrace it with all of his senses. He had lived for this moment. Hundreds of fans cheered in the background, many chanting his name. He looked up at the center section of his own personal fan club.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Fiction
Goliath And His Rage
I will never forget that summer. The air was pungent, stagnant, as if you would never escape the odor no matter how far you ran. The putrid stench coming from the mental health facility at which I interned seemed to follow me to my client home visits and haunt my dreams at night. I was initially reluctant to visit clients at home, but that was a necessary part of my job description. No home visits equaled no pay. I suppose our agency was at least generous enough to pay me additional mileage, and fortunately I was paid more than the Behavioral Health Aids who took far more risks. I was under the tutelage of my superior, Dave Staunton who was rather unforgettable.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Fiction