Stories tagged “iPod”
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PMP
I bought my iPod from the Apple Store, new in the box. It was sealed, and it’s pretty safe to say that nobody’s touched it but me. I unpacked it and plugged it in to my laptop, and everything seemed fine. My music, my videos, my podcasts, t...
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Ode to the Ipod
A cold, quiet Christmas Found me, a hermit, content Happily cowering in the cave Created by the absence of light In my room But the piercing glare of a light, bright Bulb Would be excessive A curse I held in my joyful palms All the light i would nee...
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The Shuffle
The alarm clock flashed from 6:59 to 7:00. Music started to pour in, softly at first, and then gaining in volume. Josh rustled under a mountain of sheets, grumbling as his hand groped to push the button to make it stop. He rolled over, burying his face...
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October Wind
I was walking home from the train station. I’d finished college a little late and it was now half past six. The streets were reasonably empty. Just a few people passing in their cars, paying me little attention. My attention at that time was else...
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Blowin' in the Wind
He had been walking for days, perhaps weeks, or so it seemed. Time didn’t always flow at a constant rate here, so he couldn’t be sure. The battery on his iPod has only drained 5% since he began his journey, yet he’d listened to 21,193 songs. That...
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I AM a GEEK!
I’m not a nerd or a dweeb. I don’t have a pocket protector, Have tape over my glasses, or have a squeaky voice like Steve Urkel. I don’t have a billion dollars in some Internet company, But, I wouldn’t mind having the money. I w...
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Getting Away
“Scum, Sweetheart. That’s what I’d call him. He’s a runaway train and he’s heading in the wrong direction entirely. Last thing I want to see is you hopping the proverbial train to nowhere. You can do better.” “...
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We are doing ok
I party hard. I know I do. Bottled, cut or rolled I will drink ’em, snort ’em or smoke ’em. Jen calls it falling into Grace. But then, her arm is already showing Track 13 and looking bloody. She likes euphemisms. She calls what she do...
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1o Songs About Nothin' [1 of 2]
It was nearly midnight an’ I needed ta wake up. Don’t ask me why we were drivin’ aroun’ in a stolen car for two hours, it’s a whole ‘nother story. I told her to keep the car runnin’ so I could stop in the corne...
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1o Songs About Nothin' [2 of 2]
[cont.] … I’d warned ‘er before about stayin’ in the damn car, so when they’d both run off’n I was wipin’ blood outta my face, I saw ‘er still sittin’ there with those two big eyes lookin’ bac...
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Finding spaces
There’s a snatch of sound ringing in my head – the girl in the coffee shop saying “we are your friends”. What were they after? Not me, I’m no good at all – my whole family tree is rotten, split wood. No good. Hideous...