Category: between characters
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Desperation for a nap
In the dining area of a building, there were seven treats on the floor ready to be picked up by seven people in attendance. Mr. F watched the first hand grab a treat but he was unsure if he was going to be the next as he noticed no one else’s movement. Restless noises trailed […]
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Responsibilities in the morning
Before the tin was left nearly empty, the weather began taking a dramatic turn but the behavior worsened in the sixth grade but somehow lessened in the seventh. Announcements for buses were nowhere near and the chatter was incessant with the exception of the few willing to learn. In almost every class, at least one […]
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The nearly empty tin
Nearly paralyzed by the anguish of despair, the poor Mr. F dragged his feet beneath the warm sun as he pondered whether to beg, steal or forget about a morsel of food. The answer created a struggle of character more than hunger as he walked further from the sidewalk adjoining his school and a gas […]
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Just before June
Below drooping branches And the sun’s intensity, A gentleman of a certain age Finds a suitable place So he and his grandson Would enjoy an afternoon Just before June. The young person’s cautious Gaze at each blade of grass Sparks the grandfather’s Curiosity but innocently He did inquire to trigger the child’s precocious tendency: “If […]
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nearly midnight
She felt her lungs collapse as she made her way to the cool area of the cheese aisle. Nothing else was on her mind except to feel the ice-cold racks pressing against the back of her thighs, though she continued to pull at her unusually long hair bound together. She exhaled only briefly until she […]
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half dozen mix
As though movement between leaves on branches could be illustrated so gracefully by the hissing and whistling of changing winds, off to the right at the end of parallel lines of monstrous trees is a doughnut shop convenience store with a doughnut sculpture of equal proportion to the branched greenery. Through the glass doors walk […]
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fool who shouldn’t walk the line
[This is meant to be hummed/sung as an exploration of the blues through an omniscient narrator. Think Pink Anderson, J.D. Short, Otis Rush, Sonny Terry] Through the screen of a window, the sun shines brightly illuminating leaves small and still dangling from branches reaching far above the lazy streets. Suddenly, a sweet female voice shouts […]
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with a deep sigh
T: I don’t like it when my apples turn brown. Y: You don’t eat enough apples to dislike when that happens. T: But I still don’t like when they turn brown, is that a justifiable statement to make? Y: I don’t see why not. T: Oh, hell, why am I even asking you? Y: Because […]
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the man in purple
It’s happened again, said the man in purple, The old habit’s gone and the damned witch made me love with a mental load big enough to make one scruple! He hopped and sulked all in four seconds, only to discover there was nowhere a person with a solution for his ailments. So slowly he walked […]
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