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The First Shadow (1)

  Waking up, as he has done for the last 30 years, to a alarm clock a phone alarm and his theme song "dont worry be happy." He begrudgingly snoozes the first alarm and disables the second but let's the song play as he finds his way around the bedroom looking for clothes and shoes and his every day carry items. His alarm blazes again just as he unzips for the great morning empty, and he curses himself for not just shutting it off. The morning continues to pound in his head as his eyes start to moisten and his vision slowly clears and he starts to hear the birds and cars and other noises out side. When he looks to the curtain covered window he could sware that there was a human shape outside. He blinked and it disappeared. He thinks slowly first thing and he shook it off. He makes his way to work listening to some heavy metal, you know to get the day started off right. Opening the door to his office and seeing his colleagues diligently reading email, making coffee and readi...
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Taillights!

 The red taillights were in the distance. Over a hill and past some trees. They looked like they were getting closer. The blonde boy was standing on the back seat of the yellow VW beetle while it sputtered down the rolling two lane black top. The sky was clear and the moon was full, the boy could only see a couple stars in the sky. As he looked back he slowly noticed that the road was clear of other cars in both directions. His father spoke from the drivers seat "You should be a sleep little man, why don't you lay down and sleep a little bit?" The boy smiled with his light blue eyes. "I'm not tired!" as he looked forward into the rearview mirror to see his dads shadowed face. "Well then, do you want to drive so i can take a nap?" yawned the elder. Lights from a passing car hit and the boy looked away, back to the road behind, just missing the illuminated face of the man driving him. He forgot where they were going. The car that passed them became j...

1) The Old Man

The Earl Grey was brewed strong, the old man liked his tea strong a little bitter, with a little honey. The boy across the table, sat on a dictionary just see over the edge of table. The platinum blonde child looked like a miniature version of the ancient man seated across from him. The old man looked at the boy and asked how he liked the tea. The boy fumbled to take another sip and tried to grin to fast and a little tea dripped from his lips. He smiled a little more and the old man rumbled a low laugh, and the two of them shared some more tea.  “Grandpa was tea always this good?” the boy asked. The old man’s eyes went wide as he looked over the edge of the table at the boy. “I really didn’t like tea until I was much older than you, and I never liked it as much as it looks like you do.” The old man said. The boy then asked “did you drink tea with your grandpa?” “No my boy, my grandfather drank coffee, lots of it, and I drank hot chocolate.”  As the old man and the child contin...