Outside In
Voices, conversations and argumnets echoed against walls, questions asked and answers postulated. From the floor, it seemed cacaphonous but thankfully the words were falling into place.
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Four Hundred Down
As soon as the money crossed the table, Patrick took a deep breath. He smiled nervously at the doctor, wondering exactly how he'd look in the mirror tomorrow.
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Spoken Word
Tonight, it was 'thanks', which was nothing, a throwaway. But for tomorrow, he had something much more special planned, something that not even Brother Evan could ignore.
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Time
There was, at one point in his life, a time when the second hand seemed to matter. But now, everything was run by the first hand in a very dictotorial way.
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Point
He stuck the pencil into the mechanical sharpener. The gratifying buzz of the machine churned in his ears as shook the box, wondering exactly how many more he'd have to sharpen before he felt satisfied.
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Fly By
Cubicles buzzed with the story, dozens of keyboards hammering out the limited facts, trying to make sense of the thing. Staring down at his unfinished column, Cliff wondered how many others would be forced to produce something, anything based on ten seconds of undeniable videotape and redneck word of mouth.
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Up and Atom
It had been at least a dozen years since he published his results and in that time his life had changed dramatically. Before his mother had worried about his catching a cold in the breezy laboratory but now that was the jurisdiction of his wife.
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