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StoryI Don't Think, Therefore I Am H OHara011 years 6 months ago
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StoryEntries 1 through 10 - A Submarine Circus H OHara011 years 6 months ago
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Part 003 - The Vacancy (cont.)

Gina walked into the boardroom of the Kamunita Kabinet. She was unsure what to actually expect. She knew a lot would be asked of her. The Kamunita was not a place anyone got invited to join.

Part 002 - The Vacancy (cont.)

“Gina Roman’s office, Gina speaking,” answered the sweet voice on the other end of the receiver. It was early, and Gina was quite alert and energetic.

Part 001 - The Vacancy

Harvey Wilson paced up and down in his office. What was he going to do? Old Miss Thompson had died three days ago from natural causes. What could he say?

Door of Petals

I sat down under the flower. Didn't quite know why it was really so big. I actually just happened to stumble across it, meandering about my way one day. It had beautiful red petals flowing in the summer wind, so I trotted a slow trot up to the tree-size stem. At first I did not believe my eyes as I approached the gorgeous beast. I wrapped my arms around the huge trunk in awe, and gave it the greatest hug a child has ever given anything. On it grew small, tiny hairs, as if grown simply for the pleasure of catching a ride on the waves of the air. They tickled my face as I hugged harder. I could feel the green stem warp a little under the pressure of my arms, which allowed me to feel the pulse of the flower. And what a huge pulse it had!

Monologue

Monologue Script The psychologist sits down in her chair and reaches out to hit an intercom. Psychologist (Doc) ' Janet, could you send the next patient in, please. The psychologist acts as if she sees someone open the door, walk to the empty seat, and sit down.

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