Stories tagged “sid”
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Out of This World
“Dave, are we in outer space?” “Mmpfmmf,” mumbled Sid through several mouthfuls of hero sandwich. Fred said, “I-I farted.” “Incredible. We escaped the gravitation pull of Earth with human propellant. How come we aren’t bursting into fla...
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In Delirium: Lunch
A storm, with the spiraling might of a temporal hurricane, forced potent gales of wind against the Los Angeles County two-story, east-side suburban homes. Dark clouds forming low on the horizon grew threateningly. High into a graying sky the mass of va...
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In Delirium: Lunchus Interruptus
“HeLLo, mY nAme is SiD/DaVe/FreD/BoB!” “Who the hell said that?” asked Dave. “Not me,” said Bob. “Not me,” said Fred. “Uhh, where am I?” asked a thoroughly addled Sid goggling at the man clutching his...
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The Secrets of Our Gardens (Part 1)
The old man’s name was Sid and he set a pace that reminded me of Tai Chi- insidiously easy. We weren’t moving very fast but after only a few steps I was sweating like I’d run a marathon. Sid chattered happily as we moved through the G...
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The Secrets of Our Gardens (Part 2: Accursed Springs)
We continued following the dirt path which had leveled out nicely, until Sid stopped us again. “From here you can see the training ground of accursed springs.” I looked at Sid. “Why would we have that here?” “I think you a...
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A Return to Innocence
Sid stopped and his voice became solemn. “I will wait for you. These last steps are your own.” “I thought you were my guide?” I asked in puzzlement. “I am that I am.” he replied. I felt a muted suspicion rise within ...
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The Bodhi Tree
I rolled over onto my back and finally really saw the Bodhi tree. It was immense with giant gnarled roots that made natural benches. The trunk stood straight and tall as true virtue, with wide branches that split into smaller ones tipped with giant lea...
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Wake to Dream Again
Sid was waiting for me where I’d left him. Our eyes met and he said. “It’s time to go back.” I knew he wasn’t just talking about returning to the house and I became afraid. “You mean I have to go back to the way I wa...
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Who Needs a Sermon?
From the floor Sid let out a noise, somewhere between a moan and an inarticulate cursing of either his bad luck, Randon’s uncouth nature, or both. The preacher swallowed hard and sipped his seltzer water. Randon just threw back his fourth shot, e...