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Based on From Where I Stand...some old characters, a lot of new ones...new experiences and living from moment to moment.
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A rush of air whistled through the doorway as Chris and Ian slid inside. Ian shivered slightly as he tried to warm up, the cool fall weather a tad unfamiliar to him. As he adjusted to being inside again, Ian was caught a little off guard by his surroundings. The space was large, but there wasn’t a lot of open air...the place was full of racks and racks of bikes. “Wow...” Ian muttered as he looked around in awe. “Nice huh? This is my home bike shop,” Chris said, holding out his arms in intr
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New England isn’t exactly famous for clear skies...in fact, there are plenty of natives who find it plain annoying when the sun shows its face too often. Chris was one of those people. Unusual for the late fall, the sun began to pour through the window in the opening hours of the morning and starting drenching Chris’s face with light. However, sleep wasn’t about to let up and let the day win. As soon as the light got bright enough to be annoying, Chris unconsciously groaned and turned over in be
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“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean this river is toxic right?” Ryan asked as he stared skeptically at the boat Chris was trying to coax him into. “Ry, chill. You’re not gonna fall out or anything. Besides, there are shots for everything if you do fall in, hehe,” Chris joked. Ryan, still hesitant, acquiesced. “Alright...but if mutate into some horrible monster, you know who gets it first!” Rolling his eyes as Ryan climbed into the boat, Chris responded, “You’ll have to get in lin
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“Hey Jase!” Chris gleefully answered into his phone. There were few circumstances that could have prevented him from being happy about hearing from Jase. “Hehe, hey there. How are you doing?” Jase giggled into his phone as he walked across a small street. “I’m good. So what are you doing right now?” Chris asked as he sat back in his chair, having dropped everything else to talk. “I just got done with class and I’m heading to get some food. How’s home?” “Eh, it’s Boston, what can I s
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Adam ducked into the door as quickly as he could, the howling sound of the wind hushing out as the door closed behind him. A few shivers later, he started walking into the building to one of the lecture halls...or so he believed initially. “God...this place is a mess,” Adam said aloud as he attempted to navigate to the appropriate hall. He had his headphones on and was glancing back and forth between the surroundings and a map, trying to figure out where he was going. It was the first day of
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It’s easy to forget that life...even time itself…is just a collection of individual moments. Most of the time, people hardly notice the passing of each one. They tend to notice only the bulk passage of time...each moment hardly registering any change in and of itself. Then one of those moments comes along that catch people’s attention. They serve as reminders to all that everything can change in a moment. **** The wind was blowing hard, making everyone cover themselves as it gusted. Adam w
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It’s inevitable for life to get divided into discrete chunks of time so that we as mere humans are able to process and organize it. High school is one of those chunks that always seems to come up when thinking about the past. It’s easy...it’s a common ground for countless millions of people...something that no matter how different the experiences are, the common root still exists. High school may only be four years long...at least on average in the states...but a lot of life gets packed in there
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All around me are familiar faces Worn out places Worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going no where Going no where Humans are curious creatures…and it may be slightly presumptuous to be making that statement since the last time I checked, I was human…but bear with me. One would think that prior knowledge and preparation would be sufficient to make someone accept what’s coming. You can even think that you can handle what’s coming…until you get there and you find yours
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On occasion I feel like I need a running start if I’m going to make it to the end of the day. Now it would have been nice if those days naturally spaced themselves out, but of course, life doesn’t work that way...the occasions for such days tended to clump together to the point where the end was never it sight. Still, sometimes there are things you can keep your eyes set on to get through it all. During one such run of long, tedious days, the thing keeping me going was my anticipation for my one
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When you get older, you start to realize that a lot of things that happened to you in high school are a bit insignificant and often times, just plain stupid. On the other hand, if American teenagers had the kind of foresight required to realize that, then they would probably be a pretty terrifying bunch...and personally I like high schoolers a little on the naïve side so I can feel a bit wiser. A bit pathetic, but it’s true. In any case, when a for all intents and purposes closeted gay teenager
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Now, Cape Cod is beautiful...and that’s all there is to it. A lot of it just looks like some idealist artist sat down and painted the picture-perfect Northeast Seascape complete with the long beaches, rolling dunes full of weeds, lighthouses and of course, the endless expanse of water. The Cape was high on my list of favorite places in the world and it was nice to have a place like that close to home. My family didn’t take too much to the Cape experience however...my mom and brother preferred mo
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“So exactly which part of ‘NO’ didn’t get through?” I threw out, a little irritated. Jase just sighed and said, “Babe, please...we need to talk about this.” “Well I don’t want to talk about it. Jeez Jase, it’s July...why are you pressing this?” Jase exhaled deeply and muttered, “Because I don’t want to go through the year all blissful and ignorant, and then one day find out we’re not gonna be together. I’d rather figure out what’s going to happen now.” “Grr...so you want time to figu
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“Where the hell is that thing?” I said aloud as I dove headfirst into a box of my old stuff. Not that anyone was there to listen to me, but that doesn’t stop crazy people from talking to themselves. The box in question was once at the bottom of a stack of boxes that were sitting in my closet at home...the boxes that were formerly on top were at that point scattered around my room as I had already searched through them. Whoever decided that the last place you look is where you’ll find what you we
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"Forgive me father for I have sinned...well of course this isn't the first time...yeah, I know I've never gone to confession but...oh believe me this wasn't just a sin in the mind...like you've never had the urge to...really?...ya don't say...well I never thought of it that way...woah...that's messed up...are you kidding me?...um, who's confessing here, me or you?...ok, thanks, well as I was saying, huh?...yeah you sound familiar too...wait a sec...oh my go...please, taking the lord's name in va
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My “summer break” ended all too quickly, considering it was only a few weeks long. The end of June neared and I started to prepare for summer school. One day Adam and I trekked over to Harvard so we could get our IDs, schedules and other paperwork done for the summer session. Adam had temporarily moved into the apartment ahead of moving into the dorms...he and CJ had spent their first night together and all seemed well. As we headed over to Brattle Street, I decided to see what I could bring up
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“I am feeling better, Juliana, but thanks for checking up on me. I really appreciate it.” “Well I’m glad to hear it. I would like you to come in when you get a chance so we can have a talk in person...phone therapy is for celebrities without real problems, haha.” I loved Dr. Marks. “Haha, will do. I’ll call your office to set it up.” “Ok, sounds good. Take care of yourself, Chris. Talk to you soon.” “Yep, thanks Juliana. Bye.” As I hung up the phone, I felt a bit relieved. I had c
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“Alright babe, I gotta run,” Jase said quickly as he pecked me on the lips. “I’ll stop by the meet later, k?” “Ok, I’ll see you there. Love you.” “Love you too. Oh yeah, here.” Jase handed me his...our...journal. It had been a while since we actively handed it off to each other because of my emotional problems...it was nice to have things back to normal. “Oh, thanks. Ok, you better go.” “Yup, bye!” With that he ran down the hall...hopefully he wasn’t late to class. The journal had
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“Ace, it’s really not a big deal.” “You don’t think so?” I wasn’t so sure. “Why would it be? I thought you guys were all ok about this shit already.” “Well...Jase seems to be, but I don’t know...I just feel like sometimes he’s too understanding of everything. Then sometimes when he’s really stressed or something, he’ll fly off the handle briefly. I just think he’s trying too hard to forgive and forget.” Justin and I were sitting on a bench in a park. I was starting to get self-consci
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“Chris.” I thought I had heard it. “Chris, wake up.” There it was again. “Come on, Chris please wake up.” Similar lines seemed to slowly seep into my mind as I was slowly...and painfully...rocked out of my sleep by the repetitive voice. “Hmm?” Putting together a sentence was out of the question for me. “Chris, come on, wake up, we have to talk.” “Hmm...what’s going on...what the...OWW!!” I was greeted as my eyes opened with a sharp, sudden wave of pain in my head...like someone had shov
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One person's view of a slice of life: first time experiences, old comfort zones and finding a little place in the world.
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“I’m sorry Mr. Chen, but I don’t think I can do this in good conscience,” my school guidance counselor Mr. Garans told me in a flat, monotone voice. I was somewhere in between shock and seething anger. “Excuse me?” He calmly folded his hands on top of his desk and looked me with the slightest smirk possible. “Well as you know Mr. Chen, this is the first time you’ve ever come to see me and I cannot speak to all the items on this form after just this one meeting.” I did my best to contain
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“Alright Jase, you gotta give that back to me sometime soon, I still need to finish it.” Jase popped up his head from staring at my drawing and showed me his silly grin. “Aww, but I’m not done ogling over it.” “Haha, would you rather look at that than me cause I’ll make you a copy if that’s the case.” “Hmm…tempting offer…and actually I’m not ogling over the picture of you so much. I’m more interested in this one of me.” “Oh?” “Yeah…you made me look hot.” “HA! Well duh, you are.
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“Perfect spot,” I said aloud, congratulating myself on my little discovery. I had wandered all over half of Boston looking for the right locale...somewhere to do some drawing and some reading. I had been sitting on my hands as it were for about a week since Jason had offered up his past in a nice little book format. We had spent a lot of time just talking during the week...I was finding out plenty about him and vice versa, so I tried to hold off reading what he had written. He never asked or bot
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The next day I was up early. I felt better than the day before, but I still had lingering thoughts of guilt over the way I was behaving. In particular I felt bad about Jase...I shouldn’t have needed Justin to send him out of the room just to talk some sense into me so I wouldn’t be an ass to him. I knew he told me not to worry about it, but I wasn’t always the best about following instructions myself. I dislodged myself from Justin and headed for the shower. After 15 minutes under blissful je
