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The Man with Ten Names

The Man with Ten Names  By: Kirk Brown I watched the wind blow dirt across a vast dead green. My skin reflected the ground it stood on, as if the land had become me. Apricot and rose skies framed the hills. My home, made of the Earth, centered my vision. It always did. A universe revolved around it. This universe consisted of three beings. I, and my two parents. Dad cracks like a Whip. I barely withstand it on his bad days. Mom is a prisoner. She hasn’t been healthy for months. Today I wished for the same thing I always do. For the gilded ground to give us what is owed. Then mom wouldn’t be sick, and we wouldn’t be alone. As I rested, just then, the universe gave birth to a foul beast. “Charles! Your mother wants to see you, now,” dad shouted from his wooden vantage. I shook dust from myself and walked. I stepped into my home to find the same picture I always loathed. A deep gray ab...
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The Things That Aren't Said

EXT. OPEN FIELD - DAY Two chairs stand empty. A first man approaches one of the chairs and sits. A few moments pass and another man sits in the chair across from him.  SECOND MAN Thanks for coming back. The first man nods his head.  SECOND MAN Our time is limited so I’d like to jump right in.  FIRST MAN Sure.  SECOND MAN Last we spoke the predominant thoughts in your mind were that of loneliness. Is that still true? FIRST MAN I believe so. (A beat) Although, It’s not a feeling of being alone but that people don’t care and because of that I feel alone around people. I understand that people do care, but I can’t change how I feel. SECOND MAN Could you identify an action or experience that brings those feelings to the front of your perception? A pause. FIRST MAN Not necessarily. Sometimes it comes about randomly. It can be small things that others don’t think about. I think on top of that I can feel like I shouldn’t feel alone. I feel weak and like less of a person beca...
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Cold, Meaningless, Calculations

My fingers seize as my thoughts yearn to cling to their last clandestine precipice. My intestines turn on themselves and fall into their own depths as I write this now. My heart battles against its barbaric cage, longing to feel freedom. My eyes should be shut, my body at peace, but that peace is unattainable when my mind is at war. Opposite states of being may never occur simultaneously. Peace, the peace I long for is the quiet. The gentle release of nothing. That weight that bears on my chest slipping from existence. The racing thoughts halting for a long breath. At these times, it’s people that I wish to turn to. Human connection and the illusion of intimacy. A pair of eyes to look into as I say this. I reminisce on the subtle movements the eyes make when you’re looking into those of someone you love. Fractional motions back and forth. I truly hope there is a time in my life for that again. That look someone gives before a kiss. The look of connection. Like a world has blossomed jus...
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A Tear Drop

     A body of water completely motionless. A serene still blue. Like a sheet of glass, draped over the dirt below. No breeze, no movement. As complacent as a corpse. I stared and he stared back. Is it sad if I hate what I saw? His eyes looked bluer than before, even though he smiled more. Time caught the slow drip as a single tear drop hung over the water. I’ll stare at you for a hundred years, but only when the tear acknowledged me, did time flow and it fell. Singularly shattering the stillness of everything around it. No sound, no screaming. That’s not what it’s ever like now. Just a single action, that shatters the stillness of existence. The ripples graze my toes one at a time. My reflection looks better now. I can’t see his face. Yet, give time its peace and the tear will melt into the pool, and everything will be the same. Has the tear ever fallen? If my memory fails to recapture this moment, will it have ever existed? It existed for me now. Time cannot reverse the...
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Blades of Grass

Blades of grass pool over her feet like the waves of a graceful ocean, untouched by the blades of humanity. Green touches her eyes with vivid hands. She reaches down, and places a singular blade between her fingertips, running the length until she reaches the bottom. She pulls lazily, releasing it from the earthly hold it was confined in. Then, she lets go and the blade slips into an unknown world, alone and drifting. It turns and wobbles, completely at ease and submissive to the wind that guides it. One day, it will land and find another home, but until then it floats among the dust of the air. The field of blades surrounding her march toward a sheer cliff. Without hesitation, a rocky wall overtakes the blades and shoots downward. The wall was once more, only until a mighty gale struck it down, tearing off pieces of its face. The rocks continue until they are drowned by pelagic waves. The mighty force of a deep and grand blue plunges itself into the...
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Road Not Taken

ROAD NOT TAKEN Written by Kirk Brown FADE IN. EXT. ROADSIDE - DAY A road diverges into two. LUKE BATES -   A man in his early 20’s, walks down one side of the road.      (V.O.) COUNSELER       If you need anything at all. CODY PARKS - A man in his early 20’s, walks down the other side of the road.      (V.O.) COUNSELER (CONT'D)       Either of you. They walk toward each other , never looking at one another.      (V.O.) COUNSELER (CONT'D)       You can call my number. They pass by each other. INT. CODY’S APARTMENT - DAY Cody sits on his couch holding liquor in his hand. He stares at the television screen in front of him.      (V.O.) GRACE      My ph...
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