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Playing hide and seek with tomorrow’s tragedy
Old men standing in place on a forgotten corner, pulling the time of their lives through the neck of a gin bottle.
Clarence Giles
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The Virgin
The bullet had struck the water about two yards in front of him and would have hit him in the upper back had he not bent to retrieve the reins just before the carbine’s report. Then, he heard multiple crackling gunshots. This time, he realized the shots were too far away
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When I was a hundred
When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me. Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage. But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether. When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
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He Ain’t Got A Prayer
The character is an old man who was never religious. Now death is near and he only has religion. He feels like it’s not enough. He needs something more to face death. He needs something to soothe his spirit and the spirits who will shortly come and take him away.
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Brandy Alexander
instead of the Brandy Alexander, he had anticipated, out of sheer schoolboy spite, he made himself a straight bourbon.
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The Trouble with Transoms
Alicia walked to the back of the room, rose about four feet from the floor, and made herself comfortable. No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor, or sitting in a very high chair. Popular contention was, that Alicia was
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Merrily Along We Go
a reflection of the life he leads, and a painful memory of what I am trying to escape
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A Galactic Walk
I am weary now, and I must rest like the dead star; in a silence of atmospheric serenity.
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Anoxia
Soaring in high above the concrete pathways, watching the devices of smoke and smog poison the skies. Cutting through toxic clouds of sulphur and ozone, always thinking that there will be a break soon in the stratosphere, allowing me to breathe and see again. To let the insects become once
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AI
A loud report, and the once life – filled body crumpled to the ground. No one seemed to notice that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. And it didn’t matter any way. He was just one more air breathing, food eating. Money grabbing automation. Transition: I walked across a memory,
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Blaspheme
What madness, that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain; body; to drift aimlessly through space. Upon a journey, that is to have no end or beginning. I display my contempt for the Force openly; for life is