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The Typing Pool

Holly Jahangiri

4 min readJun 25, 2021

From Middling to Some Day, past Never to Late, we’re all hoping to make it to that elusive Deadline

Moving On

It was a joyful experiment, but Middling was fast becoming a ghost town — full of the ghosts of hopes and dreams.

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Riding the Rails

Beats laying your head on the track, waiting for the vibrations to clue you in.

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A Town Called “Some Day”

The sleepiest of sleepy little towns that time forgot.

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Late: The Town of Missed Deadlines

“Better Late than Never,” they said, but they had never met the Inner Editor.

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Breakfast was hot coffee. Black. Strong enough to lift me out of my stupor and get me moving. Mrs. Minchin wasn’t kidding when she said that the town of Late ran on frenetic energy. As soon as I set down my empty mug, Tom was there to clear it away with brisk efficiency…

The Typing Pool

Moving On

It was a joyful experiment, but Middling was fast becoming a ghost town — full of the ghosts of hopes and dreams.

Riding the Rails

Beats laying your head on the track, waiting for the vibrations to clue you in.

A Town Called “Some Day”

The sleepiest of sleepy little towns that time forgot.

Late: The Town of Missed Deadlines

“Better Late than Never,” they said, but they had never met the Inner Editor.

Written by Holly Jahangiri

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