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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 7:16 am
I'm new here. I think my stories are a little bit out there but, here goes.
Tell Me
It's a summer day just the same as all the others before it. It was June and the town is in a heatwave. All the little people have crowded in their houses in front of struggling airconditioners. I'm outside in this heat, picking up trash, no less. This community service gig is really starting to bite. I reach down to pick up a Capris Sun. It's sticky and nasty. I walk with my head down, I'm scouting for trash. Thump. I look up while rubbing my head to see who I've run into. It's a guy. He looks startled by being run into, who wouldn't? I am so embarrassed. I utter a couple hundred apologies. He laughs. I don't think he's from our sleepy little town.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 9:44 am
I smile sweetly. I guess I look like a mental patient. I stop the endless drudgery and ask him his name.
Me: What's your name?
Him: I'm Skye
Me: Oh, are you visiting somebody?
Him: Yeah, my aunt
I give up on trying to see where he's from, he just won't say anything about it. I wave airily and tell him that the hospital is about three miles East. He laughs again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 9:20 am
"She's not in the hospital. Besides, who says I want to leave?" he asks. I look up again. He grins broader still and says he wants to get a cold drink. I give him directions but he says he will probably get lost...He asks if I will take him there.
"I still have trash to pick up" I protest weakly.
"It will be done by the time you get back" he says with a knowing voice. I wonder how he thinks this will happen but, taking him to get a drink is better than picking up trash in the heat. I agree to show him the way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 1:43 pm
When we arrive at the shop, he asks if I'd like somthing before I go. I reluctantly accept. He orders me something to drink and asks me if I would like to go clean the sweat off my face first. I blush. Is it really so noticeable that I've been sweating? When I get back, he's sitting there, smiling warmly, sipping a soda. I go over to mine and take a deep drink. It tastes good, so nice and cool. I sit for a minute but, I start to feel strange. He looks worried and asks if I might have gotten heat-stroke. I feel my consciousness slipping. He tells people that I've had heat-stroke...
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 11:49 am
When I wake, the sun is shining on my face. I'm not sure what has happened. It takes me a minute to remember why I feel so sleepy. But, this is not my home! I thought somebody was going to take me to my house! I realize that the sun hurts. It's painful to feel it's rays. I don't know why. I shield myself with the blanket. What's going on here?!
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 10:06 pm
I like that. It sounds really good. Is it only going to be a short story for school or something or a re you going to add in chapters upon chapters to make it flow? Either way is fine though! smile
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