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    I waited.    On the slightly worn bench inside the train station, I waited. A side one, mind you, that still sat out in the open air rather than underground. I didn’t keep track of how many years it had been around, but perhaps I could make a guess. Most of the structures had paint chipping off to reveal rust. Spots of old gum spotted the cement everywhere and weeds grew into the tracks.    Still, in spite of it’s age or location it got it’s fair share of business. People went in and out of it all day. Lovely people, I was sure of that. Many hard workers, parents, young ones looking for a vacation would wait patientl

    Naranja rolled over in bed and hugged her pillow tighter. She wasn’t sure what time it is, but she couldn’t help but feel groggy. Maybe she just hadn’t slept right.    Then her phone started buzzing on the nightstand. She groaned before picking it up, not even checking the name, and answering it.    “Hello?” She mumbled.    “Are you still not awake, sugar-plum?” Bananaby said.    “Why are you calling me sugar-plum?”    “Oh, sorry, won’t do it again.” He laughed. “But seriously, you’re not up yet?”    “What time is it?”    &#

    He was here.    Again.    It had to be that bastard knocking at the door. It just had to be. For two whole months he had shown up every day. Why hadn’t he given up yet? Why didn’t he get that no meant no.    Even if he could manage to get a girlfriend, with his annoying approach, why did it have to be her?    Two months ago when Naranja had punched the blond idiot named Bananaby in the bar for making her friend uncomfortable it had struck an argument. About how he’d never get a girlfriend since he was such a leech. He argued that he could, and to add insult to injury he’d find a way to win her over.    Ye

Marlow groaned, slumped onto the bar stool, and let his head fall forward onto the counter. He ignored the sharp pain that shot up his nose from his glasses and focused on counting the lines in the fine polished wood. “Well that was fast,” a familiar deep voice said. “Should I even bother getting your drink?” “Oh shut up Ryan,” Marlow finally lifted his head, leaning on his hand instead. “I’m lucky I even made it here after work.” “Slacking off finally bit you in the ass?” The built man behind the counter pulled a glass off the shelf. “No, I fainted... six times.&

    Titus had never imagined in his high school life he would get asked out, much less get asked to prom. However, even in his silly daydreams during his freshman year the thought that a guy would do it crossed his mind even less.    Titus just lay on his bed, staring into his ceiling as if it was space. His mind tried to put this all together into a reality he could believe, but it didn’t work.    How had a guy asked him to prom? How had anyone asked him to prom?    Maybe he just needed to start from the beginning.    Titus had met Andrew last year, they had a couple of classes together and ended up sitting next to each other.

    Phillip’s heart slammed against his chest, a sensation still foreign to him. He put his hand over it to keep himself from fainting.    “Even more interesting! I can’t seem to read anyone sitting where you are. That means that mask you’re wearing is dysfunctional.”    Phillip put his hands on the desk and leaned back farther.    “Don’t bother running, I can have all those people on the street surrounding the building, so why don’t we talk.”    “Who are you?” Phillip’s voice cracked from his dry throat.    “Well I would like an answer to that question to

    It was an accident that Phillip Collins realized that couldn’t be his real name. It was also an accident he could see what he really looked like, and even more so he could see what everyone else looked like. It was an accident that his steps, his heart beat, the tapping of his pen, all fell out of rhythm.    He knew it was an accident, because in this world accidents didn’t happen. Such a line of perfection didn’t leave room for error.    But it had happened, that was the reality. He knew it must be because dreams no longer existed.    Phillip rolled the white mask around in his hands. He stared at it’s vacan

    “I don’t understand the point of this.” I said as I leaned against the table. I didn’t much care that they had brought in comfortable chairs and put coffee on the metal table. It was still an interrogation room.    However, the man sitting across from me wasn’t the usual cop. With his formal suit, low fitted glasses, and his fancy looking clipboard he wasn’t involved with the law men at all.    “What do you mean Mr. Baxter?” The man was already jotting down notes, fantastic.    “I mean I already admitted to the crime and confirmed all of the evidence. What’s the point of th

    Steven floated around the empty cafe, using his energy to nudge salt and pepper shakes to the proper spot on the table. Soon he followed up with the chairs and went to work on the menus on the counter. He soon found himself having trouble making them stay up straight.    “Don’t worry about these.” Blueberry walked right through him and started to work on them herself. The motion always caught Steven by surprise, but it wasn’t as if she could help it. She couldn’t see him. “Why don’t you clean up the chalk board and write down the specials for tomorrow? You remember Thursdays specials right?&rdqu

    When humans die they go to heaven or hell. At least according to the religion I knew. I wasn’t sure where animals went, though I had heard once that all dogs go to heaven. I assumed they had to have an afterlife, because I did. Me, Lionel the musical, drumming, nutcracker.    Humans don’t believe that things like toys, statues, buildings, or machines have a soul. In a way we don’t, at least not until a human grants us that life. When we’re put together by hands rather than machines it gives us some sort life. I can’t really describe it since my memories didn’t start until I was on the store shelf.