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A Story in Endsville HighWhat ifA Story in Endsville High
everything they ever told you was a lie?
He asked Not seeming to care if it was a question or not Why does It matter I replied, wondering why he asked. It does matter, it matters a great deal he answered.
Sounds a bit clichéd, don't ya think? To which He replied, I don't think so at all I smiled at him, not really knowing what to think He smiled back at me. I felt uncomfortable And in that moment, I had to get away.
What if
All of what we do here, meant nothing?
He asked I stood up, getting ready to take my leave. Ma
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The CornerI was 6, and it was my first day of school I went to the corner, to wait for the bus. A man sat on the bench, staring at nothing. As he sat, I walked up to him and asked, Mister, what are you doing? To which he replied I'm waiting for inspiration. Why, I responded. So I can create something beautiful.The Corner
Years rolled by, and I waited for the bus at that same corner, but this bus would take me away to college. I stood, my bags packed and lined up next to me and waiting. A man sat and stared into nothing at the bench. I asked him what he was doing. To which he replied &
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As X Approached InfinityWe stared into the dying night, neither raging nor being gentle Our fears bled away into infinity, all of us seeing nothing but ourselvesAs X Approached Infinity
We made no noise, we just sat, and stared in some vain hope, That somehow, someway, what we do an say, would mean something.
No reason no rhyme, no death and no creation, we reviled in sameness. No chaos, and no order. We reviled in our equalization of entropy.
We all knew what would happen, we all saw the eventuality. We all saw it coming, but we all just stared, ignoring it completely.
The sky itself began to change, yet we remain
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The Weight of WordsTap tap tap, pause. Tap tap tap, pause. Her nervous noise making soon fell into a rhythmatic flow as she hit the top of her pen on the table. Tap tap tap, pause. I looked up into her eyes, a mixture of malice, regret, longing, love, sadness, and joy collided into a chocolate mix of brown and black. A secretive smile lay on her mouth as she paused between sentences. Not that I was listening, the time for me to listen had long passed. I glanced longingly at her, her black hair hung loosely behind her head, falling down her shoulders. She was wearing the soft black dress that I had bought her last month. I wasn’t sure if she was wearing it to maThe Weight of Words
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Random Downtown Encounter: 1This hobo has eyes like empty snow globes the scenery is still there but it just doesn't seem to sparkle as Sahara desert lips part at an oasis slowing drying up like curbside puddles mixed with dreams and gasoline forming urban rainbows mirrored on his t-shirt in blood stains cheeto stains mustard stains grass stains and an unidentifiable splotch of something vaguely blue like his eyes but brighter then his voice fills the air like a tree tipping over slowly creaking and cracking then a rumble and THUD:Random Downtown Encounter: 1
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