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AND NOW A STORY
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He thought about his head falling off. He kept touching his neck. He thought about the blood flowing up this his brain. How easy it would be to stop it. He imagined how it would seem to have your head chopped off. To still be conscious, briefly, without your head on your body. With no hope of survival. Knowng that your head head been chopped off. Just being a head. Your whole existence just as a head. Only the prsent is real. Only right now matters. Being a head would be all there was. The past wouldn't matter. There would be no future. A head would be life. He wondered if he could chop his own head off. He went to bed instead.
Later.
Oh no, there was so much pressure. He was at work and had a big meeting with his boss and he couldn't handle it! He was going to shit himself, right here, in front of everyone. They were all staring at him. They all had wooden eyes. That was strange. He was shitting himself.
It was a dream. There was no big meeting with his boss. He didn't even have one.
He was still in bed. He thought about his wife. How much he loved her. His children. He started to worry. How could he possibly have children? How did that happen? Even thinking about it made him feel like he was about to shit. He was going to shit himself. He could feel it! He felt it all the time. How did normal people go through life without having to run to the bathroom?
Of course he didn't have a wife or children. Just a girlfriend. No, he didn't have one of those either. He had nothing.
He was at school, still, that was why. His whole life ahead of him. He just had to get through this exam. Oh shit. He was in the wrong exam. How did that happen? Why didn't he have a pen? He ran out to shit.
Of course he wasn't. He hadn't been in school in many years. He hadn't been anywhere.
He lived in his bed. He remembered now. He had decided that his head could never fall off or be chopped off as long as he was in bed.
So where was his body!? He was just a head! SHIT! He felt his stomach rumble. He was about to shit himself...
Ah, so he did have a body. Just a dream. He had a body, he lived in his bed. Forever.
But he had to get up soon!
NOOOOOOOO!
He looked at the clock. He dind't have to get up yet. Not for hours. But then, he would have to get up. He wuold have to. He couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle doing anything. HE HAD TO SHIT.
He ran to the bathroom. He dind't make it.
There was shit everywhere. On his hands. Smeared all over the miroor. In his mouth. How did it get everywhere so far?
Just a dream.
He was still in bed. He didn't have to get up. Ever. He'd stay here. He didn't care what happened to him. He was safe in be.d
He never felt scared here. It was the one place the feeling never came. He'd never have to worry about running to the bathroom in bed. Or his head fallign off. He was safe.
So why did he bed smell of shit?
No...
Just a dream. It had to be a dream. He looked at the clock. It still said the same time.
He coudl still smell it.
He would go to sleep and wake up and it would be gone.
But he was crying now and couldn't sleep.
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good story - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE
well of course they'd say that, they exist only to review thing of the day stories! - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE REVIEW MAGAZINE
sometimes we say bad story - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE
only if it's part of the thing of the day! - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE REVIEW MAGAZINE
shut up both of you, I'm pregnant! - Wacky's hot girlfriend
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ITs JUs the alphabet!
jjjjkjkjkkjjkjkjkjjkjkjkjkjkjkgj gjg gg tum tu mugtj jk t j tj turmpt g jtksj gcast lsouei ghkbbbbbbbbbbw athdikkkkkkkkkk it's the reutn of thing of the day wha tform will it take rememb e528529 they're still in here that's still real all realities exist in an infitie unierese right and things can move faster than ths epeed of light now so does that mean life after death is more possilby maybe when i die i'll go back in time faster thant sh speed of lgiht and live my life again yea that seems likely that is my new religion oh wai tit 's nothdign
AND NOW A STORY
________________________________________
He thought about his head falling off. He kept touching his neck. He thought about the blood flowing up this his brain. How easy it would be to stop it. He imagined how it would seem to have your head chopped off. To still be conscious, briefly, without your head on your body. With no hope of survival. Knowng that your head head been chopped off. Just being a head. Your whole existence just as a head. Only the prsent is real. Only right now matters. Being a head would be all there was. The past wouldn't matter. There would be no future. A head would be life. He wondered if he could chop his own head off. He went to bed instead.
Later.
Oh no, there was so much pressure. He was at work and had a big meeting with his boss and he couldn't handle it! He was going to shit himself, right here, in front of everyone. They were all staring at him. They all had wooden eyes. That was strange. He was shitting himself.
It was a dream. There was no big meeting with his boss. He didn't even have one.
He was still in bed. He thought about his wife. How much he loved her. His children. He started to worry. How could he possibly have children? How did that happen? Even thinking about it made him feel like he was about to shit. He was going to shit himself. He could feel it! He felt it all the time. How did normal people go through life without having to run to the bathroom?
Of course he didn't have a wife or children. Just a girlfriend. No, he didn't have one of those either. He had nothing.
He was at school, still, that was why. His whole life ahead of him. He just had to get through this exam. Oh shit. He was in the wrong exam. How did that happen? Why didn't he have a pen? He ran out to shit.
Of course he wasn't. He hadn't been in school in many years. He hadn't been anywhere.
He lived in his bed. He remembered now. He had decided that his head could never fall off or be chopped off as long as he was in bed.
So where was his body!? He was just a head! SHIT! He felt his stomach rumble. He was about to shit himself...
Ah, so he did have a body. Just a dream. He had a body, he lived in his bed. Forever.
But he had to get up soon!
NOOOOOOOO!
He looked at the clock. He dind't have to get up yet. Not for hours. But then, he would have to get up. He wuold have to. He couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle doing anything. HE HAD TO SHIT.
He ran to the bathroom. He dind't make it.
There was shit everywhere. On his hands. Smeared all over the miroor. In his mouth. How did it get everywhere so far?
Just a dream.
He was still in bed. He didn't have to get up. Ever. He'd stay here. He didn't care what happened to him. He was safe in be.d
He never felt scared here. It was the one place the feeling never came. He'd never have to worry about running to the bathroom in bed. Or his head fallign off. He was safe.
So why did he bed smell of shit?
No...
Just a dream. It had to be a dream. He looked at the clock. It still said the same time.
He coudl still smell it.
He would go to sleep and wake up and it would be gone.
But he was crying now and couldn't sleep.
________________________________
good story - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE
well of course they'd say that, they exist only to review thing of the day stories! - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE REVIEW MAGAZINE
sometimes we say bad story - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE
only if it's part of the thing of the day! - THING OF THE DAY STORY REVIEW MAGAZINE REVIEW MAGAZINE
shut up both of you, I'm pregnant! - Wacky's hot girlfriend
oh wait
there snltdjst
hgsdfjk jghf
g
hg[
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g
________________--
LOL INOT FUCKING HUMAN ENVER TLAK TO PEOPLE NEVER DOIN HTIOHGIKNFLJ NOT FUCKING HUMNAS NO GIRLFEFINDE EVER EVER EVER EVER EV EREVE RE VELK CAN NEVER BE NORMAL IT'S NOT A MATTER OF BEING NORMAL AM NOT NORMAL YOU CAN'T BE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT A GAY PERSON CAN'T BE STRAIGHT A HAT PERSON CAN'T BEA HATLESS PERSON WELL THEY CAN BAD EXPALIME NOT THE SAME THING DGKLASJG FUCKING EVEYTHITNGFJGK bhtjklj FUCK GFYOU FOR READIN GHTIS F UFKC INGFR KLJJjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj
