These are some short stories which I never finished.
One of these days...
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His cronies shuffled down the uneven and cracked pavement. The pavement owed its crevices and lines to the freezing rain of this past winter, the old men owed theirs to nothing less formidable than age
[unfinished]
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Well-worn feet creaked themselves up onto the hearth, the fire melting the vestigial feelings of cold and old-age out of them. They told of journeys long and daunting, short and fraught with defeat. They told of their owner’s character [I LOST SOMETHING HERE] and will, and of his
[unfinished]
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He rolled across the park. Grass, pavement, grass. Slog, bump, slog. Friction, movement, friction. The endless repetition not quite registering consciously, but creating a comforting, aching lull in the back of his head. He had begun criss-crossing the park at 11 am, the soonest he'd been able to make himself self-consciously presentable to the rest of the world. He reached the far side of the park at one corner. The chair wheeled around at his touch, and took off at a different angle, an arbitrary vector.
A disc thumped in front of him. He stopped.
A dog whizzed by, missing the frisbee entirely and executing a breakneck-speed turn that sent its rear end sliding on the grass, no less happy. It scrambled to its feet and trotted up to the catch-toy, but was more distracted by the man in the chair. He half-smiled, consciously trying to deny himself the pleasure of petting this creature. Trying to deny himself pleasure.
Sniff, sniff, sniff. The dog smelled the chair, ignoring the man. He snarled. The dog jumped back, surprised at unexpected vehemence. "Sorry, mister, haven't quite taught him to fetch yet," said a young boy, jogging up. "Get your dog away from me," growled the man. The boy, startled, complied. "Dick," wafted back toward him as the boy trudged away.
The man grinned, glumly happy to put someone else in a foul mood, so as to not be alone. A twitch of his hand, and straight on.
What the fuck was it about?
He barely stared ahead, his head depressed partly because his crooked neck wouldn't allow him to look much higher.
[unfinished]