High
(a 70-word story)
We went to a classical concerto last night but it was beyond comprehension we didn't finish the show. Out the auditorium, a socialite asked, "You don't like it?" and I was like, "It's too powerful for us," and her reaction was, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" and I was like, "Both," and she was like, "Huh?" and then we left her and she's not that ugly.
ECLIPSE
(a 70-word story)
The three of us were at the beach watching the end where the water meets the land, the mist climbing its way up the mountains, the waves crashing, the sea gulls looming, the overcast sky which was grey. We stood there for what seemed to be forever without saying anything until finally it rained and one of us spoke with a whole lot of effort in his voice, "Let's go."
BLUR
(a 70-word story)
I'm rolling my third joint and am pissed because I can't find my bong. Dad telephoned earlier, told me that he's leaving mom and after a long period of silence I came up with, "Wow."
"Do you have a satisfying life now?" asks the T.V.
I light it, take a drag, and say, "Yes." After it's gone I begin another search for my bong. There is no tranquility without it.
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Submission Name: No Direction
