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Today's ListThings to Do:
1) Wake Up
2) Get out of bed
3) Stay out of bed
4) Walk to bathroom
5) Do not fall asleep in sink
6) Brush teeth
7) Wash face
8) Eat breakfast
9) Look at dirty dishes and decide to put on next list
10) Stare out of window dramatically for an hour
11) Cycle through contacts list on phone twenty-billion times trying to decide whether to call or not
12) Drag self to car
13) Be late for work
14) Cry into soup and serve it to customers
15) Get fired
16) Key boss's car
17) Run away
18) Stop at gas station on way home and buy ice cream
19) Amass pile of chickflicks and watch successively while sobbing into ice cream
20) Realize that neither is helping and go get drunk
21) Drunk dial
22) Have conversation that will be cause for much embarrassment in the morning
23) Leave bar
24) Get arrested for public drunkenness
25) Wake up in jail with killer hangover
26) Rethink life
27) Make better lists
Collage: The Bench Flowers float lazily down and come to rest on the bench's shiny seat, pale pink against the glowing wood. A young man brushes them off and sits down, taking out a thick textbook, a notebook, and a pen. He pauses to look down at the park, stretching down below the hill where the bench sits, and then gets to work. Every now and then a girl comes by with a little black dog, and he watches them as they go down the path away from him.
* * * *
Fireflies light up the warm air as the last sliver of sunlight disappears behind the buildings, and the man starts to put away his things. Just before he stands, the little black dog runs over and leaps onto the bench,
ABC's Amazing how something small, infinitesimal, and absolutely ridiculous can ruin your life. Before the "event", I was a confident person with such a cheery and positive outlook on life it was simply disgusting. Critical friends would watch me with disapproving eyes under cocked eyebrows, remarking to each other that it would be a shame when my perpetual sense of joy left me. Disaster was inevitably going to strike me eventually, they said. Everyone seemed to be almost disappointed when I breezed in day after day, still blissfully unaware of the fate to befall me. Family members eventually gave up, assuming that I would be one of those awful people who never seem to ever have anything go wrong in their lives. Grandma even went so far as to try and create some sort of strife, just so that I would have some grasp on the concept of pain and somehow become a better person, but of course she failed.
However, the end of innocence still awaited me,
Morning Coffee: Char. Devpmt. They had been sitting for a while now, steam slowly rising from their respective drinks. The lit up city melded softly with the mirrored image of themselves and the coffee house on the window pane.
"Thanks for coming," Carl finally mumbled, rubbing the back of his pale neck and hunching even farther over.
"Oh, no problem, man!" Liz cheerfully waved his thanks away and then leaned forward expectantly.
"I just," He began, and then paused, looking morosely out into the wet street before continuing, "I haven't been able to sleep at all these past few nights."
Liz only nodded, taking a soundless sip of coffee.
"I just don't know what to do," He sighed, resting his pointed chin on his slender wrist.
"About what?" Liz sat back, ready to fix whatever the problem was. Her black hair was still drying, and little drops glistened he
Microexpressions: Emotions Blood roared in her ears as she concentrated on being silent. She tried to flatten herself even more, pressing her cheek to the cold floor and squeezing her eyes shut. An involuntary shudder shook her as the sound of footsteps echoed at the far end of the hall, and she tried to move even farther back under the table.
Please, oh, please, oh, please don't see me, she prayed. Just keep walking, don't look here. Please don't look here.
* * * *
The sky was so blue today, and it seemed to reach down around the town, trying to immerse everything in its glorious color. He sat on the bench with a book drooping in his hands, his attention
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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