September 2011
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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Eighty Two
I thought if I watched all my favorite movies today, if I watched them again and again and again, then I might start to feel better. I figured that afterwards I might start to go out more and have fun and be like all those movie stars who always have fun and never have any awkward situations or strange ideas. But I don’t think that will happen. If someone made a movie of my life, it would be...
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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Eighty One
I don’t know why, but these days I seem to always wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the city lights outside my bedroom window and feel sad. I sometimes wonder if there is someone I know, in the city, who can’t sleep either and who feels sad. Because that would be really nice if there was. It really would. Because then we’d be able to talk about our favorite books,...
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Short Story Number Five Hundred and Eighty
I’m not doing anything apart from sending out little mind messages to you in class. In my mind I’m telling you that I am here and that I want you to look up and turn around and look at me. I want your eyes to hold onto my eyes and your hair to move in beautiful slow motion. You don’t hear my little mind messages though. You ignore me. So I stare at the back of your head, and...
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On page 30 of 379 of The Maze Runner, by James Dashner: so far, so good, the writing is very clean and short, i lik… http://t.co/aAAdjWHo
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On page 176 of 218 of The Boy in the Striped Pa…, by John Boyne: can’t wait to finish this book, can’t really get… http://t.co/oAf3RToL
Short Story Number Five Hundred and Seventy Nine
I have nothing left to do in school because all the exams are over so I go outside and forget about my parents and my problems and my friends and I walk around for a while. I look at the sky for a bit and stare at some cars that are nice and shiny. I walk around and don’t feel anything. And then I start to feel that everything is useless and broken. That I’m an idiot. And that maybe I...
