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Berryboy Part 1Stand still a second. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Relax. Keep walking. Ow! Open your eyes, then keep walking. Come on, it's just your first day of college. What could happen?
From his very first day of kindergarten, Benjamin Bloom had been towards the top of the class, and ever since that first day, the thought of starting a new year in a new place made him tremble from head to toe. He was fit, handsome, funny and very smart, but what brought him back down to our level was his fear of failure. He may have been able to ace any task given to him, but the point before starting it, he became paralysed with fear. He was certain that he'd screw up. On one hand, he could be shy and self-deprecating at times. On the other hand, this phobia made him work twice as hard to achieve perfection. His fear also turned him into putty in the hands of girls. He'd do anything to impress them. He just wanted them to like him. He wanted anyone to like him. Everyone always did, but some little demon
Berryboy Part 2It was confirmed. English Literature lectures could suck both the energy and mental capacity from even a star athlete. He just wished he'd had a shoulder to rest his head on half way through. Maybe then he wouldn't have hit it on the desk as it lost the support of his neck. As the French would say: merde.
He'd tried to be quick in packing his things back into his bag after ancient history class, but Sandra was just that little bit faster. Man, it was kind of lonely with no one to talk to. The only one he could talk to was more elusive than the Loch Ness Monster. Not that he'd ever publicly compare her to the Loch Ness Monster, but aw, never mind.
The cold stone hallways of this haunted mansion they called a college came alive once again, buzzing with gaudily clad students. Something a little odd there. Ben wore a dark olive T-shirt, indigo jeans and black sneakers, and at the moment, they were some of the darkest clothes in the whole building. Well, maybe loud was in right now. Be
Berryboy Part 6"You're the new kid, aren't you?"
"Uh yeah, I am."
"Hi, I'm Aaron. Aaron Semolich."
"Ben Bloom. I just moved here from New York."
"Cool. I went there for a Broadway show last year. Did you go there much?"
"Huh? Nah, I'm not really into that."
"Then let me guess you're a swimmer."
"Oh right. Of course. Sorry, I was just trying to judge by your figure."
"Well, you were close."
"What do you have after lunch?"
"Me too! We're probably in the same class."
"Cool. Hey, do you want to grab a bite to eat? I'm starving."
"Sure. I eat kinda light, but you look like you could slam down a few burgers."
"Come on, I'll show you the cafeteria."
Was this kid for real? There was something inexplicable about him that made Ben feel a little uncomfortable. He seemed to be a little too close, as in about an inch away from holding Ben's hand. Then again, Ben didn't think he'd mind if Aaron did hold his hand. They were only two human beings after
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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