Terry strolled through the park doing his usually lap. Terry's walk he would later tell his wife . The whole perimeter then through the center. While he did this, he'd walk slow. Sometimes stopping at a bench, sometimes just scrolling through his phone. It was his lunch time, so he...

Sammy didn't know how to reply to Marcs question.

"Why do you want to do this?"

"I want to be like the Blue Man."

Marc froze for a second. He doesn't know. He just keeps saying that.


"No but why do you want to do this?"

"I just like it."

That for some reason...

Marc ground the head of the cigarette out. He flicked it into the grating of sewer opening. Its all gunna end up in the same place, isn't it he thought. He at first was motivated by Sammy, but now he didn't understand something he didn't get it. What did Sammy...

Every so often Love was reminded of his past. Today spreading butter on toast, and listening to his coffee brew in the pot. He was reminded of his wife. How many mornings did they spend together, and different orientations they sat, and mugs they broke and cleaned.

She liked sandwiches...

"At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral"

"What?"

"Its that song, you know Band of Horses, the chorus"

"No, I know the song, just at this time feels a bit off" Derek told his wife.

"I like it, its nice to listen to sad music sometimes. I never knew thats what...

Derek usually didn't dream, or at least when he woke up he didn't remember. This morning was different.

He was in a sort of roman coliseum, at the edge looking down. He was the only one there, besides the actors. Down below was scene. Like a community production of Romeo and...

There was a point at which he realized he might die and a point where his friends found laying on the ground. Stan didn't die, but to his brain at that moment it didn't know. So it did would any sane person would do as the ship is going down,...

When Stan came too. The light was even brighter. A slow beep was coming towards his left. To his right was a white thing. His eyes blurred now came into focus, just a tray with a plastic cup and a straw. 

He tried to speak but no sounds came out....

Stan was at that point without a care in the world. A warmth set over him and he felt as though he could talk to anyone. He was talking to everyone. Asking them “How do you do?” 

He would ask this in a fake English accent sometimes even curtsy they...

It was about 1 hour until the bar. He was the only one left at the cafe, this hour he spent in two ways. Closing for the night and prepping for the morning. In some ways it didn’t matter because he was the first one in but Mr. Green wanted...