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Day 22 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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As told from the mind of Gerald’s Therapist:

“Left open the door was this partial rainy/partial sunny day… By himself different sessions… Gerald claimed silence although creativity he also stated beckoned him. The door being opened had him safe… he said. 28 personalities vanished me that particular Saturday… Saturday?… You’re possibly, thinking I don’t schedule or work therapy sessions on the weekend… Partially right… Saturdays I only schedule sessions until noon… No discussion now. Homeless asking for a ride… Gerald ruined my career… “

To be continued in… ” 30 Days of Rain”

Day 21 of 28 Days of Short and Mircro-Stories

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As told by Jake Johnstone:

” A continuous spiral over and over was inside this mind. This man said every day to his therapist he was a different person. 28 days straight he heard slamming of doors so proper and loud! The only time the slamming stopped in Gerald’s mind was when he wrote a story. He told his therapist there would be a psycho kiss with a lisp from a Chris. Anytime one of his characters (personalities) came into a session the door was always left open…”

To Be Continued in …

“Twiddling Thumb Homeless”

Day 20 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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As told by Jake Johnstone:

” Deep within the outer space-ship still roaming the certain ones are still alive. The certain aliens. The ones that murdered ‘Particular Patrick’, ‘Rapid-Heart-Rate-Ralph’ … Oh the tobacco that entrenched Jakub… Yes, no lie this alien on this ship found-dip-, and 45 pounds of tobacco… These aliens weren’t too bright on intelligence… Smoked so much of the nasty brown tobacco that the U.F.O. is flown straight into the fire…The Sun…”

Day 19 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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As told by Jake Johnstone: “Continuation was always inevitable in the alien’s minds… Although in Ralph’s mind he just never knew 142 years were even more sufferable years… The suffering of never being able to sleep but just once every 10 years forces the rapid-heart-rate in Ralph to realize how fragile his immortality really was… Lonely nights all alone… 2108 was the last night of that year in the month of November on the 18th of that year at 9:08 at night the UFO space ship “United Family Organization” inhabited by any humans… Ralph met his demise by the alien slamming a tombstone repeatedly on his skull…[this mystery will never be explained]…”

Day 18 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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As told by Jake Johnstone:

“From the mind of I…the one that shouldn’t be alive…Anywhere forever for whatever it’s worth I’m not on earth. My birth feels artificial since that particular time Patrick left me… about 100 years ago… the year was 1966… Now it’s 2066… Hard to believe it’s been 100 years since I was made immortal…Not in the normal sense, but none of this is normal. Not vampiric; but… extraterrestrial… I’ll just say it… an alien probed me… Not sure how it made me immortal… No memory collected except annihilated murder of all then wiped tears and a forced sleep… With sleep, there are no created stories… With sleep over 365 days on that U.F.O. … I am re-named ‘Rapid-heart-rate-Ralph’… Whatever probed me with causes my heart to race so rapid if every 10 years I don’t sleep for a whole year I end up with a stopped heart…”

To Be Continued in… “The Slamming”

Day 17 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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As told by Jake Johnstone:

“Oh the Sector C-52. I don’t forget that particular area on that particular day. Someone called me ‘Particular Patrick’ that peculiar day in June of 1966. Now it’s the year 2056 and besides a flying aircraft with the acronym u.f.o. .. Unidentified is all I’d rather be… Actually… “

[To Be Continued … as spoken by ‘Rapid-heart-rate-Ralph’]

Day 16 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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*“The babbles from the honks of the annoying ones throwing pebbles”*

As told by Jake Johnstone:

” He was told coffee was too much for him. Lewis Lidner. Age 85; the doctors say an unusual level of iron in his blood was found. Diamonds that Lewis found the next day in a small brown paper bag. Diamonds so pure but… Lewis was curious so… he took them to get appraised by a local jeweler… the next day was never to be… One cup of coffee the next day happened to be his last. Babbles came from a nearby road as Lewis walked to the mailbox at the end oh of his driveway. Pebbles were thrown at his head from this particular 1958 red convertible Chevrolet. As that happened this story ends tragically… “

Day 15 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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*“The Neverending necessities of Ned Flanders McGuility McPfearsun”*

As told by Jake Johnstone:

As told in rhyming poetic form by a mythical creature: … “Oh… that salivating feeling…like drinking too much coffee before vomitting-projectile-like out of the mouth…Oh, I so do not understand this feeling…

It occurs every day now like a nagging ghost-town church bell except iron desert-dry mouth.

That which makes no sense feels like everyday now! … I used to enjoy church… I used to enjoy hearing those bells that didn’t feel like hells! Now hells are everyday as even a day is what is what has been dwindled away… The sun in my sights… Although those heights are gone if I want this un-dead life to thrive on… I did never believe in such a possibility… Always at the height of …actually no… 5 foot 6 so no I had just a medium skinny with a Christian brother named Vinny…

My build was always fragile… Now I drink blood from sewer-rats as easy as a blind man would read braille…

To Be Continued…

Day 14 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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*“Seldom Stellar” [The Part Two to Sizzlin’ Spots of The Tribune]*

As told by Jake Johnstone:

It Starts…

Continues…

So the story goes…

2045…11-16

11:16AM…TWO Pieces no more…

Actually it’s a miracle this man is alive…64 accidents in one year yet by November this particular man does not reach phenomenal heights…

just jingles bells out of sight as if there was no accident_A practice

for the past 10years of failure…This particular star was far from perfect…Sydney’s practice actually worked…finally…

Sydney just meditated right this time…

Day 13 of 28 Days of Short and Micro-Stories

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[Prelude]”Sizzlin’ Spots of the Tribune”(Part one of a two-part story)

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As told by Jake Johnstone: …1645 “The Sizzlin’ Spots of The Tribune”

In the small Saturday brain of Sydney Portney Smith on this particular November 13th…1645, there was a spectacular oddity event. It all happened at a particular tavern named “Tribune”!!!! The reason behind the tavern name was that the owner would always save anyone he could. Sydney was the man’s name. Catching a good old trouble starter always tickled his fancy. On this…

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