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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Tall Tale of Bubs and Beepah (Part The Last)


  Bubs ran. As he began, he looked down as he jogged on the familiar roads and noticed the blur that his legs produced. He wore the same running shoes as he had the first time, but this time he wore jeans with torn holes in the knees which made leg movement difficult.  Bubs did not shiver in the cold night because his adrenaline chemically compensated his interior for the lack of heat in the exterior environment.  Three in the morning surprisingly did not affect the performance of his legs, even in mid-February.  The blur distracted him from the running and he thought.  He thought about his goal mostly because that force pushed him to run beyond where he expected he would run.  After about two miles of running, Bubs decided he would run the entire road to his destination.  He could not wait to see.
            Bubs reached a magical land, where his dreams came true and where his life had turned into the best experience he could imagine. He had run a long way, but the price of effort paled in comparison to his reward. He had found the castle in the sky, where Beepah would always reign as the princess, and Bubs transformed into the gleam of light that was ever-blessed to illuminate her face.

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            I hope you enjoyed my very imaginary story about two people falling in love. I know it’s middle-school-girlish of me to create something like this, but I figured I’d exercise my creative hand. Besides, secretly every guy enjoys things that girls enjoyed when they were “so, like 12”. Well, I guess I’ll speak for myself, but increasingly I’m discovering guys in college listening to Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber and wearing friendship bracelets. I haven’t gone that far, I’m satisfied writing love stories rather than listening to pre-teen wannabes wail about them. Enjoy this story and remember, any character’s resemblance to a person living or dead was completely coincidental.

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