Stream of consciousness

Some of my stream of consciousness writing, in the form of a story.
Enjoy.
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Spontanaity
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There was an eery glow to the sun that day, he noticed. They were walking down a dark green pasture towards the ocean. “Why are we here?” He asked. Ignoring him, she continued to traipse through the meadow, light hearted, without much cause besides those which are inevitable and present from time to time in one’s life. His lusts outweighed his doubts, so he continued to follow. Fractals of light reflected off the water from the bright sun above, causing him to squint. He wanted to ponder his situation out loud, but was afraid to do so for various reasons, one of them being his fear of the potential impressions he might give. She was starting to lose him, so he jogged along in an attempt to regain lost ground. This was only the beginning of the distance he would regain, or would he regain the distance? And he didn’t even know her name.

Steve was ruffling through papers at his desk, exhausted and disappointed. A short and wiry man leaned through the doorway, “Steve, are you coming?” “Just go on without me, Earl” he said in a distant tone. There was something unusual about Steve, normally he was very direct with Earl, but today he seemed to be somewhere else. Earl considered giving him the same half hearted verbal-pats-on-the-back an empathetic co-worker on friendly terms would tell another. He wanted to tell Steve not to be so hard on himself, but in truth, all Earl really wanted was to lock up and go home. “Steve, you know I cant leave you here like this. C’mon, we’ll grab a drink or somethin’ “ he said. Reluctantly, Steve arose amidst overwhelming stacks of ruffled paper, cough drop wrappers and empty coffee cups, and grabbed his briefcase, slamming it shut with no regards to the several papers which spilled out onto the floor, yanked it up and trudged head down towards the door. “I think im just going to call it a night, Earl, but thanks.” Steve flagged a taxi and was gone momentarily. Slightly bewildered, Earl shrugged and headed down market in the opposite direction.

Earl didn’t enjoy drinking alone but then again drinking alone was much preferable to not drinking at all. His job was dull and stressful, and he had no idea where it was even taking him to begin with. Every time he pondered this he became uncomfortable and shielded off his thoughts with any mental distraction possible. It was getting progressively more difficult to ignore, however, and he knew that ultimately it was a problem he would have to confront. Confrontation was never Earl’s forte, and the only reasoning which he could use to reassure himself that this was alright, was that he preferred to allow what was determined to take their natural course. “Yeah, right” he thought, as he remembered his friend who had wrapped his Chevy Nova around an oak tree several years before. He should have taken the keys, he should have taken those god forsaken keys. But was it really guilt he felt? Doubtful, he had been completely apathetic about the accident as far as his compulsory emotions were concerned. He realized that he should feel badly about what had happened, whether or not it was his fault, it was a shitty chain of events. He felt nothing, he hadn’t shed a tear since probably the time he had skinned his knee in fourth grade after his brothers graduation. Where the hell was his brother anyways? They hadn’t spoken in several months, Earl had given up on trying. His brother Calvin was too damn busy for anyone. Earl, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel as if he were doing next to nothing, considering his potential. A college degree had gotten him a position as a clerk in a dingy legal office on the edge of town. “Oh, now I’m just being negative” he thought. “You gonna order anything or are you just gonna stare at the wall all night?” the bartender asked. Startled, Earl looked up. A Cute little blond was standing there, waiting for his command. HIS command. “Well?” she asked. Earl ordered a gin and tonic and continued to think about his brother.

Steve, on the other hand, had no particular destination in mind. He realized he had to get out of the cab at some point, because he was running low on cash. He exited the cab near the bridge and walked along the river. This had happened to him in the past, where his thoughts got the better of him, causing him stress, sadness, confusion. Usually after a couple days the feelings would wear off. But for the time being? His mind was his only companion. No one else could possibly understand what was going through his head, or maybe, he just didnt want to tell anyone exactly what it was. Even the thought of exposing his true feelings to the world was overwhelming. There was only one individual he could comfortably reveal them to.

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I kinda lost inspiration on this one, but if I choose continue it I'll post more.