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    Maybes And Nevers
    Maybes And Nevers
    Maybes And Nevers
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    Maybes And Nevers

    By Travis Guess

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    A collection of twelve short stories and free verse mindspews. Generally dealing with the life and problems of young adults. My favorite short stories and writings of the last few years.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTravis Guess
    Release dateJun 7, 2012
    ISBN9781476294070
    Maybes And Nevers
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    Travis Guess

    I live in The Ozarks and like to run. In my free time I pretend to be a medieval warrior. Dune and Black Company, my favorite books. Blade Runner and Jurassic Park, my favorite movies.

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      Book preview

      Maybes And Nevers - Travis Guess

      Maybes & Nevers

      A Creative Collection

      By Travis P Guess

      Published by Travis P Guess at Smashwords

      Copyright 2012 Travis P Guess

      Contents

      Broken

      Awkward Silences

      Playing the Fool

      Midnight Thirty

      Frozen Winter Blues

      Confinement

      Winds Carry My Anger

      Caution No Left Turn

      Dr. Pepper

      Counterfeit

      Touched Upon Briefly

      Jane And Noel

      Broken

      Another morning. Another morning and I was drenched in sweat. Those dreams were beginning to piss me off. I rolled out of bed and looked at my clock. The glowing red numbers told me it was 6:32. I had three hours before I had to babysit. I couldn't sleep though. Sleep would never find me after that dream. I stood up and was assaulted by dizziness. The dizziness began to pass and the soft sound of waves replaced it. Those damned waves from the dreams, never stopping. I don't know when they began but I heard them constantly in the background.

      A few minutes later I was sipping warm herbal tea and looking out my only window. Forgotten songs of the 80s played throughout the room. It is almost time now, I thought as I checked my watch. The sky was beginning to lighten, any time now, I thought again. She's never been late before. I looked back out and there she was. Running Girl.

      As usual, she wore skintight clothes, specifically designed for running. Her long hair was in a ponytail and bounced with each stride. I wondered once more why she ran. She looked too old to be in high school, and I hadn't seen her at the local college. Her lithe form ran out of view.

      I ate my breakfast, stale marshmallow cereal and the last of the milk. The sun was up, and I could hear movement outside, in the hall. I found my favorite shirt on the floor and put it on. Smelled okay. I made myself presentable and went out into the dingy hallway. Some would call the Second Chance House a crap-hole. The ones living there call it salvation. I just called it home.

      And a home it was. It was founded and maintained by a middle-aged couple, Ted and Martha Nelson. It provided cheap room and board for low income people, especially those recovering from drug abuse. I have no history of drug use, but I'm in college, which is low income enough for them, and I helped them with their website.

      There was angry yelling from the room across from mine, again. We had just discussed that at the last weekly meeting too. At the end of the hall I knocked on the door. Room 19. Pat answered. I had never asked her age, but she had to be almost forty. She looked older though, due to the stress of life, and way too much bad luck.

      Hey, Pat, how's the hellions? I asked.

      They're fine, Art, but you're early. Everyone here calls me Art. I'm not sure why and it never

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