Autumn Leaves 2


The great oak hit the earth with a trembling thud. These trees are powerful when they stand for years in the weather and they are powerful to the last when they fall. We didn’t crush anyone or anything and the tree is safely on the ground. The rest of the job is virtually stress free. We just need to cut it up, load it, and take it to the landfill. Time to sweat, it is hot out today.

My hands, my legs, my whole body is sore. I’ve been sweating all day an I’m covered in dirt. I didn’t get sick from the heat and that is alright. Do I eat before or after I take a shower? It matters. I hop in the shower. A cool shower. After a day like today it is a luxury to be clean.

I guess for dinner I’ll get something good, fast, and cheap. Tacos, as usual. On most nights there is a taco truck serving at the gas station. They always hit their mark. It is there tonight. The side of the truck reads, “El Taco Potosino.” Yellow truck, red letters. On the passenger side there is a hand painted mural of a cathedral with some cactus and a river. It is a beautiful truck and their food is delicious.

The night air is cool as I sat alone on a bench a little bit away from the truck, light, and station. The sky is changing shades of pink and orange, dusk. People fill up their gas tanks and the truck is playing softly Mariachi songs over cheap speakers. This isn’t that bad of a life.

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Autumn Leaves

Good books, are they from dreams? Are they products of great labor? Maybe. We know

the story of the writer who writes about being a writer. The serpent eating itself. Daily life.

The morning sun shining on a dirt road. The gulls squawking on an ocean breeze. As one

half the world rises, the other sleeps. When the worst thing in life is a nightmare. Beep beep

beep… coffee is done.

My name is Phil. I am 30 years old and I cut down trees for money. Didn’t plan of making a

living this way, just kind of landed on it.

Toaster popped. Morning news is on, something about the end of the world, aliens exist

now, mankind is colonizing Mars, and here I am about to go cut down a tree in someone’s

backyard in the Southeast of the good ole U.S. of A.

It’s going to be hot today. The neighbors upstairs are getting ready for work.

Car doors are slamming outside in the parking lot. My wristwatch beeps on the hour.

It is 8 a.m. I am running a little bit late, but I am about to get a text. Bzzzz

“Just try to be here at 10 i have to run somewhere brb”

My boss. We get on well enough when things are going smoothly.

Now I’ve got some time to enjoy my coffee.

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Danny was just a kid when he found a useless copy of how to be successful.  He was now old and on his death bed and he said to the nurse that he liked the flowers his friends had brought him.  The nurse hid a tear as no one had come to visit the man and the flowers belonged to his roommate who was recovering.  An arrangement with lavender and tulips which his family had brought him.  Beep beep beeeeeeeeep Danny flatlined and died.  At Danny’s funeral, alone in his casket he thought it was quite dark.  Murmurs, thuds, silence.  Silence some more and for a long time a long while until one day Danny saw light.  This is the world now?  Danny thought, he was so small under the sky.  Danny grew into a mighty Elm tree over many years.  He sat for many years and then once again turned into dirt after the city chopped him down to make way for powerlines.  What an odd place to put powerlines, right through a cemetery.  So Danny turned to dirt again unable to shape the world around him but lived with the worms then was eaten by a bird and was born into a bird.  Danny stood at the edge of the nest and his mom pushed him out.  Danny needed to fly he flapped his wings and he flew he soared through the air like an airplane.  That’s why his bird brothers and sisters called him airplane Danny because he flew like an airplane.  No, they didn’t call him that either they can’t speak because they are birds but Danny did learn to sing like a bird.  Danny had a bird family.  Then one day Danny was shot from the air by a shotgun spray and he was eaten for dinner by man.  Lucky Danny was eaten and then became a part of this man and the man had a wife and they had a baby and Danny could think again.  Danny couldn’t remember where he came from but he knew he had been alive before.  He grew into a young person and he suddenly remembered how to be successful, so he sang the songs of birds and was successful and he had many friends and a great big family and on his death bed there were flowers and they were his.


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Christmas Bob

It was raining and cold.  Bob had the flu.  He sat in his tiny apartment, nothing on the walls, bleak with his blanket and hot tea.  He took a sip of his blanket and pulled his tea closer for warmth.  He heard a knock at his door.  “Who the heck is that?”  Bob thought, slightly alarmed for he seldom had visitors.  He got up and peered through his peep hole.  It was a woman wearing a sexy Christmas elf costume.  Needless to say, Bob opened the door.  Then Bob became beaten and robbed swiftly.  The End.

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