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Story by: Philip Stone
"Alone
and ashamed, Colin had picked movies for the sole purpose of making the
employees think that he wasnít a weirdo with no friends. With no
girlfriend. He once put off When Harry Met Sally and rented Bergmanís Wild
Strawberries. Not because he liked Bergman, but because that seemed like
the kind of movie a video store clerk would deem worthy of solo viewing.
And it sucked."
The
Sandman by: Philip Stone
"'It's
amazing,' she says. "Corey Haim. Corey...HAIM. COREY
HAIM!' Her voice is raising in volume. A few people at nearby
tables begin to turn and look at me. Damn I'm tired. I can
hear them talking about me. I know him. Who is that guy?
That's Corey what's his face. Isn't that what's his name honey it's
one of the Goonies isn't that the License to Drive brat so that's what
happened to that guy where's the other one I wonder look it's Corey Corey
Corey Corey COREY .."
Murmur by:
Geoffrey Stone
"Greg
held the black notebook sized rectangle upright on the surface of the table
and displayed it, with a mock Vanna White flourish. 'This is the ForeRunner
automatic external defibrillator.'
'Lemme
try.'"
Vitamin
E by: Philip Stone
"'Oh...piss
off then,"'he said. Dude had broken glasses, black electrical tape
holding 'em together. Gauze on both hands---black electrical tape
wrapped 'round 'em. Fresh scab under his eye. Scars on his
neck. More black electrical tape carelessly slapped across his open
wounds, pulling them shut. Brand new friggin shoes, though.
Matched his leather belt.
I
Found Someone Better, For Real, No Doubt by: Philip
Stone
"I
look through the window and see Philip. The window is frosty but I can
see Philip. He has his elbow on the front desk. He is talking to an old
man with broken glasses. They are laughing. The old man walks away. Old
man. Philip is alone. I can see him. He looks around. Heís alone. Philipís
alone. He stuffs his hand in his pants and scratches his balls. Philip
scratched his balls. Philip scratched his balls. His balls. His balls.
His balls. Philip."
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