<SPAN>Dust: A confession</SPAN><SPAN>A short story by Circpsycho
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�A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.�
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The first thing I noticed was the dust.<SPAN> </SPAN>I found myself at the kitchen table, eating Cocoa Puffs.<SPAN> </SPAN>Everything around me was dusty, like a fine mist of powder.<SPAN> </SPAN>All at once, reality rushed at me like a freight train, colliding head-long into whatever was insulating my mind.<SPAN> </SPAN>Insulating.<SPAN> </SPAN>No, that isn�t the right word.<SPAN> </SPAN>I didn�t have the right word but felt certain that I would find it.<SPAN> </SPAN>I set about cleaning the kitchen, trying to keep at bay the feeling of lost time.<SPAN> </SPAN></SPAN><SPAN>
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I called out for Sam, my roommate.<SPAN> </SPAN>My voice sounded like it hadn�t been used for days.<SPAN> </SPAN>That couldn�t be, hell I am a disc jockey at the local radio station for Gods sakes.<SPAN> </SPAN>Sam couldn�t answer me though as he lost his ability to speak some time ago.<SPAN> </SPAN>He lives with me so I can take care of him.<SPAN> </SPAN>We have been best friends since grade school.<SPAN> </SPAN>His parents and mine were friends and we grew up like brothers.<SPAN> </SPAN>Anyway, I had cleaned the whole kitchen not even thinking about Sam.<SPAN> </SPAN>I went to his room to see if he was alright.<SPAN> </SPAN>He looked different than what I remembered but I couldn�t quite tell what it was.<SPAN> </SPAN>He seemed to be sleeping so I left him and went back to the kitchen.<SPAN> </SPAN>At this point I thought some fresh air would do me good.<SPAN> </SPAN>I went out the back door and walked around front.<SPAN> </SPAN>Sat on the porch for a few minutes and that�s when I noticed the stack of newspapers on the chair by the door.<SPAN> </SPAN>Our neighborhood still has a kid carrying the paper so we get porch delivery.</SPAN><SPAN>
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I grabbed the stack and started shuffling through them.<SPAN> </SPAN>There must have been like 2 weeks worth there.<SPAN> </SPAN>As I leafed through the papers my hands were shaking pretty badly.<SPAN> </SPAN>I am a pretty boring guy, and stick to a routine.<SPAN> </SPAN>The notion that I hadn�t read the paper for 2 weeks or even bothered to take them in was frightening me.<SPAN> </SPAN>Then my eyes settled on the story to the right of the headline on a paper dated 11 days earlier.<SPAN> </SPAN>It said �DJ Fired For On Air Breakdown�.<SPAN> </SPAN>As I read the story about myself, I felt the tears starting to fall.<SPAN> </SPAN>I know I am rambling but you asked for the whole story.<SPAN> </SPAN>This is it.</SPAN><SPAN>
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It was at that exact moment that every blazing second of the last several days became sharply focused in my mind.<SPAN> </SPAN>I lost control of my emotions, my bodily functions and every fiber of my being.<SPAN> </SPAN>At that moment, clarity, like the axe of the executioner fell upon my soul.</SPAN><SPAN>
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So here we go from the beginning.</SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN>
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Friday started like any other day for me.<SPAN> </SPAN>I woke up, showered and dressed and went into the kitchen for breakfast.<SPAN>
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Sam was already up.</SPAN><SPAN>
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�Cocoa Puffs?� he asked me.<SPAN>
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Of course I said yes.<SPAN> </SPAN>I haven�t eaten anything else for breakfast in 18 years.<SPAN> </SPAN></SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN>I asked Sam the plan for the evening.</SPAN><SPAN>
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�You remember Kara? From school?<SPAN> </SPAN>She is in town and wants to hang out.<SPAN> </SPAN>Is that cool for you?� </SPAN><SPAN>
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I said sure, lets have her for dinner and then we can go out and get into something.<SPAN> </SPAN>He agreed and said he would call her.</SPAN><SPAN>
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I grabbed my stuff and headed out for my show.<SPAN> </SPAN>I work the 10am to 4pm shift doing a self help type of show on a local AM station.<SPAN> </SPAN>Got to work and got my show prep ready and sat down in the studio and waited for the signal.<SPAN> </SPAN>We went on air and I welcomed everyone to the show and went into the first commercials.<SPAN> </SPAN>We came out of commercial and I had a caller.<SPAN> </SPAN>It was an old guy who had fallen and broken his toe.<SPAN> </SPAN>He was upset because now he thinks his kids will want to put him in a home.<SPAN> </SPAN>I told him �Nonsense.<SPAN> </SPAN>As long as you know how you broke your toe and it wasn�t a blackout or something you will be fine.<SPAN> </SPAN>Good luck with that toe, man�.<SPAN> </SPAN>The next thing that came out of my mouth shocked me but felt perfectly natural now that I am thinking about it.<SPAN> </SPAN>I told him that maybe he should kill his kids and burn their bodies.<SPAN> </SPAN>Well, that didn�t go over too well as you can imagine.<SPAN> </SPAN>The station manager came rushing in and yanked my headphones off.</SPAN><SPAN>
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�What the hell is wrong with you, Jackson?<SPAN> </SPAN>Have you lost your freakin� mind?�<SPAN> </SPAN>He screamed at me.<SPAN> </SPAN>He fired me.<SPAN> </SPAN>He ruined my life.<SPAN> </SPAN>So that was the end of my career, right there.<SPAN> </SPAN>So I went home and just sat there.<SPAN> </SPAN>I sat there until Sam walked in the front door with Kara in tow.<SPAN> </SPAN>She ran up and hugged my neck.<SPAN> </SPAN>She was so excited to see me.<SPAN> </SPAN>I got up from the chair and hugged her back.<SPAN> </SPAN>Then I grabbed her throat with my right hand.<SPAN> </SPAN>I squeezed so hard my fingers broke through her skin and clamped down around her windpipe.<SPAN> </SPAN>She fell to the floor.<SPAN> </SPAN>Sam was screaming at me but I couldn�t understand what he was saying.<SPAN> </SPAN>It was like a fly buzzing.<SPAN> </SPAN>I grabbed the softball trophy off the mantle and smacked him in the forehead.<SPAN> </SPAN>He collapsed to the floor.</SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN> </SPAN><SPAN>
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</SPAN><SPAN>By now I was not hearing or feeling anything but I had a plan.<SPAN> </SPAN>It was not well thought out obviously.<SPAN> </SPAN>I tied Sam to a chair in the kitchen.<SPAN> </SPAN>Kara was dead so I wasn�t worried about her.<SPAN> </SPAN>Our neighbors are pretty darn nosy and like to see what they can hear.<SPAN> </SPAN>They think Sam and I are gay and would love to prove it.<SPAN> </SPAN>I remember thinking that Sam has a pretty loud scream.<SPAN> </SPAN>I remember when we were kids the way he screamed when he stabbed himself in the dick with a screwdriver trying to carve a notch on the edge of his desk like a real stud after he nailed Penny Walker.<SPAN> </SPAN>That was damn loud.<SPAN> </SPAN>It was really funny too.<SPAN> </SPAN>His mom almost couldn�t bear to take him to the hospital for fear of embarrassment.<SPAN> </SPAN>He survived though.<SPAN> </SPAN>God, I love Sam.<SPAN> </SPAN>Life wouldn�t be the same without him.<SPAN> </SPAN>So I cut his tongue out with a pair of scissors.<SPAN> </SPAN>Now that I think about it, it hasn�t really been that long since he lost the ability to talk, has it?</SPAN><SPAN>
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I threw the tongue in the trash but I pulled it out and threw it in the fridge instead.<SPAN> </SPAN>Might need that later, I thought.<SPAN> </SPAN>So after I got the bleeding to stop and Sam had woken up I brought Kara into the kitchen and put her up on the counter.<SPAN> </SPAN>Sam was pretty pissed at me I think.<SPAN> </SPAN>He was kicking and thrashing around.<SPAN> </SPAN>So I knocked him out again so I could get dinner going.<SPAN> </SPAN>I promised Sam that we would have Kara for dinner.<SPAN> </SPAN>And a promise is a promise.<SPAN> </SPAN></SPAN><SPAN>
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I am glad you have this transcribing machine because I can talk a lot.<SPAN> </SPAN>Anyway, I set about to slicing off the best parts of Kara for dinner and since Sam was still out I went ahead and carved up as much as I thought we could use and baggied it up and put some in the fridge and some in the freezer.<SPAN> </SPAN>There is a lot more meat on a person than you would think, you know?<SPAN> </SPAN>I hadn�t thought out this whole thing as well as I had hoped because I had no idea what to do with what was left of Kara.<SPAN> </SPAN>So I took her into the living room and put her in this really big vase my mom bought when I moved into the house.<SPAN> </SPAN>She fit so all was well.<SPAN> </SPAN>Back to the kitchen I went.</SPAN><SPAN>
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Sam was awake again and still pretty pissed.<SPAN> </SPAN>He was thrashing his legs like mad.<SPAN> </SPAN>I thought that maybe there was a tendon or something that I could cut that would stop his legs from moving but I couldn�t find anything on the internet.<SPAN> </SPAN>I didn�t want a whole lot more bleeding to worry about so I had to come up with something.<SPAN> </SPAN>You know, the plan all along was to put him all back together when he got over being mad.<SPAN> </SPAN>He is my best friend, you know.<SPAN> </SPAN>In the garage I found an old sledge hammer.<SPAN> </SPAN>That thing was heavy.<SPAN> </SPAN>I figured broken legs heal better than amputated ones so I set about to breaking his legs.<SPAN> </SPAN>I got a little carried away.<SPAN> </SPAN>I am sure you guys noticed that.<SPAN> </SPAN>When I got done there wasn�t a whole lot of bone left in there.<SPAN> </SPAN>But he wasn�t thrashing so all was good.</SPAN><SPAN>
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I served dinner around 9pm, later than I would have hoped, but whatever.<SPAN> </SPAN>Sam wouldn�t eat.<SPAN> </SPAN>I can understand that, his tongue must have hurt.<SPAN> </SPAN>Ha ha, maybe not.<SPAN> </SPAN>But his mouth must have.<SPAN> </SPAN>I forgive him that, he can eat tomorrow.<SPAN> </SPAN>So I ate.<SPAN> </SPAN>It was good.<SPAN> </SPAN>Tasted a bit like chicken.<SPAN> </SPAN>Seriously.<SPAN> </SPAN>Why are you guys laughing?<SPAN> </SPAN>That�s kind of rude.<SPAN> </SPAN></SPAN><SPAN>
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After dinner I put Sam to bed.<SPAN> </SPAN>Didn�t have to worry about him running or screaming so I thought he would be fine.<SPAN> </SPAN>I tried to watch TV for a while but I couldn�t hear anything.<SPAN> </SPAN>Everything sounded like buzzing or something.<SPAN> </SPAN>I turned it off and kind of sat there.<SPAN> </SPAN>Bored, you know.<SPAN> </SPAN>I thought, hey what about Kara?<SPAN> </SPAN>Maybe I can find something to do with her.<SPAN> </SPAN>So I pulled her out of the vase.<SPAN> </SPAN>Man, she was really slippery.<SPAN> </SPAN>You never think about it but skin sure holds a lot of shit together.<SPAN> </SPAN>I was getting all messy so I put her in a trash bag with just her head sticking out.<SPAN> </SPAN>Propped her up in the chair and we talked for a few hours.<SPAN> </SPAN>The things she has done over the past ten years since I last saw her are incredible.<SPAN> </SPAN>About 1am there was a knock at the door.<SPAN> </SPAN>It was Tony from work.<SPAN> </SPAN>He was wanting to check on me.<SPAN> </SPAN>What a nice guy.<SPAN> </SPAN>I thought to myself how incredibly lucky I was to have such a good friend.<SPAN> </SPAN>And he walks everywhere so no car to get rid of.<SPAN> </SPAN>I invited him in and introduced him to Kara.<SPAN> </SPAN>He screams louder than Sam.<SPAN> </SPAN>I swung at him with the stupid sword Sam had bought off one of those vendors at the mall.<SPAN> </SPAN>Damn thing was sharp.<SPAN> </SPAN>His head came right off!<SPAN> </SPAN>I put his body in the big freezer in the garage.<SPAN> </SPAN>We had so much meat from Kara I didn�t think we needed to cut it up just yet.<SPAN> </SPAN>Oh, you found him?<SPAN> </SPAN>I guess you know the paperboy is in there too.<SPAN> </SPAN>I should have paid my bill early, huh?</SPAN><SPAN>
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Can we take a break for a minute?<SPAN> </SPAN>Nope, guess not.<SPAN> </SPAN>Well, that�s ok I am about done now anyway.<SPAN> </SPAN>So Sam didn�t wake up for a couple of days, I was worried.<SPAN> </SPAN>When he woke up he was still mad at me so I just left him in bed.<SPAN> </SPAN>This went on for how ever many days its been since I got fired.<SPAN> </SPAN>At some point in time I cut Sams hands off.<SPAN> </SPAN>I really don�t even know why.<SPAN> </SPAN>They are in the fridge too.<SPAN> </SPAN>I ate most all of Kara.<SPAN> </SPAN>I told you I was all about routine.<SPAN> </SPAN>Getting fired broke the routine.<SPAN> </SPAN>I guess that�s why all of this happened.</SPAN><SPAN>
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Then I just saw the dust in the kitchen.<SPAN> </SPAN>I never let my house get dusty, I hate dust.<SPAN> </SPAN>That snapped me to I guess.<SPAN> </SPAN>But I have to say that none of this felt wrong.<SPAN> </SPAN>Have I never had my routine broken before?<SPAN> </SPAN>That�s kind of a stupid question isn�t it?<SPAN> </SPAN>No one can have a perfect routine forever.<SPAN> </SPAN>Of course my routine has been broken before. Sam was there then too.<SPAN>
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Travis Jackson
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Well, I am a Circulation Director and the rest is obvious.

 

Originally Posted by Circpsycho

Wow, this forum is dead today, I fully expected to be flamed for my writing.

Oh well.

You may have if anyone could read it but luckily for you no one has eyesight that good

I got all HTML on its ass. Old farts.

Did anybody else notice I was in the story?

No one reads my posts.

Surprised I didnt win the Threadkiller OT award.

Yea, shout out to Towman in the story.

My a.d.d. Kicked in right after coca puffs. Sorry, it made me hungry then I wondered why I don't have any of those here and then I bet either bfactor or dolphin probably has me covered but then I started remembering those tits in the other thread which I rated highly and then I just kinda spaced out for awhile, now where were we? Right, cocoa puffs. I'm all out of them. WTF who finished them? I kill you!

 

Originally Posted by curiousgeorge

i think you might have some unresolved issues lol. good story though.

How do you know they are unresolved?