It's You

"Ready to hear something [awkward situation]?" "Yeah I really am." "I know that you are really in love with a girl right now. And I wanted to say, how can you do that? How can you be this close to me and be like that?" "Uh-uh, uh..."

Evading Death

"Hello everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting so long. It is unfortunate that I have to inform you that you all have to die now."

We sat in wonder and shock at the statement just stated toward all of us. 60 give or take of us were gathered in a school classroom awaiting instructions for the first class of the semester. We were just preparing our minds for a 4-month course, and now we suddenly have to be killed? All of us at once all together? This is absurd. Whatever could the reason be? We were never told.
We moved from this room to the next. Well, not all of us. A few lingered behind, to face their demise, and the rest of us moved on, temporarily escaping the death that has been fated upon us. Yet in this next room, our destination remained the same, certain mass death, a massacre of eerie sorts. A fewer amount of us made it to the next room, by random chance I suppose, still lingering on the edge of death's precipice. Many times this process was repeated, until instantly it was over. Had the moment come? Had Death arrived?

Dome of Van

BAM! BOOM! Fire burst out in a flash of rage as we drove up near. I new there was something about that van that was eerie. But that it would explode just yards in front of my eyes, I was not imagining. Myself and a few others were in a suburban, driving somewhere, when boom bam a white parked van blew up just in front of us. A stale police car drove very close up behind us, as if it were planning to pull us over, then quickly sped by as if we were not even there, and raced around the corner. The squad car soon pulled round on up to the afterburn of the van's explosion. "Wonder what happened..." "...What's going on..." We sort of parked in the middle of a side street to watch and listen to this intense event. Boys on scooters passed us by, completely dark and unrecognizable in the darkness of the night. After a short time, the trivial journey we were previously on was resumed. Back on the freeway now, I was still in shock of the sight just beheld and was speaking quite excitedly about it. But at this point, no one seemed to be quite as excited as I. In fact, they barely agreed with anything I was saying. The site of the explosion was visible in a field at a distance, and as soon as my eyes rebeheld the situation, it was half van, half fire, then half dome. A half-dome charred just in the open end, not a van at all, in a field, not a parking lot at all. Confused. In question of my own memory. We drove on.

Matching Mugs

Two beds in the room. One for me, one for another, most likely the brother. Up late, watching the LCD computer screen, reading books, thinking in the silence, enjoying the lack of light's pollution. Too late before I know it, and the sun is rising. It's 8am! I gotta get some sleep! I am supposed to get up at about this hour! But wait, this picture in this magazine...I know her. By golly, that's Beatrice! She's becoming famous, and I know her! "Look here!" I pull out the yearbook, and frantically turn to the page with her picture on it, a near match of the one in the magazine. Wow. I feel really excited. But everyone is waking up, and it is time to go. Why is no one else as excited as I? Why am I so excited?