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“Two Miles South of Landing” by B A S

”Are you hungry?”  I do not know. Should I know? The answer is something that my body should know but I can’t feel my body except that my head hurts and it hurts badly. I am thirsty.  ”Where am I?” The voice is gone. The light is there but the voice is gone. No shadows flickering in front of me. I try to lift my arm but I can’t. I can feel the pain build up, I can feel the pain thru...

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“The Note” by B A S

In the early morning of the fourth day I started writing the note in my head as I lay in bed. Then I stopped. I thought the owner might be dead and that was why the dog was barking and I stood up and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. I thought about the dead owner and then I started visualizing a younger owner, a neglecting owner jerking off with his headset on while the dog was barking and rage built up in me but then I switched back to the dead owner and I felt guilt and pity. The dog continued to bark. I decided to take a shower...

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“You will disappoint your mother ” by B A S

Submitted to Contest #139

I felt that glory should enter through the hallways of ether — the same hallways I imagined God used to listen to our pain. I felt mine should have been heard by now and the alarm caused by my pain should have been rushed through whatever bureaucracy they had over there. I thought I had earned glory or more importantly; freedom from the shackles of the musts of this world. I was 20 at the time and had all the energy in the world and it was being vortexed into a cycle of self realization and self disappointment. I was trying to grow but I ...

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“Play Red Julie And Move Me” by B A S

Submitted to Contest #137

I didn’t know what her Chinese name was at first. She introduced herself as Julie and that was what I had called her for those dramatic months we shared a flat. Julie didn’t drink when I first met her which I thought was remarkable considering she had a Scottish boyfriend who was a regular at the flat and who usually drank a beer or two while sitting in the living room with his feet on the table talking that Glasgow talk but in a slow, understandable way to Julie. When he first saw me he stood up and shook my hand firmly and locked my eye...

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“God is manic” by B A S

Submitted to Contest #136

“I wonder what it would take to live your life hypomanic all the time,” I pondered openly as I smoked a cigarette gazing out from the fence clad balcony with a cup of coffee sitting next to me and John sitting across the table. “Would that be good?” John asked without moving his gaze from the brick wall behind me. “That would be great, wouldn’t it? I mean think about it, hypomanic all the time, all that energy all the time.”“All the misery too,” he added and looked at me with...

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