KY's Random Short Stories

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Ghost Possession
I might just crawl out of the screen... If you have seen "The Ring" then you'll know what I mean. WATCH OUT!! AHHHHHHHH!!
  I believe that I'm driving home on the usual route of I-5. But as I go, I see flashing lights of blue and red on the other side of the highway. A few police cars are parked there, next to this damaged vehicle. On the ground there are numerous tire marks leading to the damaged vehicle. The marks seem evident that the driver tried to stop. But it also seems that unfortunately, he failed. The vehicle is facing toward the edge of the freeway, and it's on a bridged portion of the freeway as well. The windshield of the vehicle is completely shattered, let alone a small part to passenger's side. I don't see the driver anywhere and there is no ambulance nearby, strangely enough. Bloody red, two-doors, sporty looking car, it seems kind of 'familiar', as weird as it may sounds.

'A car crushed...' I thought as I drove by this accident scene. It means work for these police, and sorrow for those who cares about the driver. But it makes no difference to me, because I have no relation to the victim. I wonder though, what about the driver himself, how he feels about it. 'It' as in him being away from the living realm. As I think about what he'd feel, that same kind of familiar feeling have come back to me again. As if I really know how it would be like. Perhaps it's what they call sympathy. Interesting, I feel sympathy for a complete stranger; even me, who'd never shed a single tear in any movie. I am truly surprised by the self consciousness.

 Although the driver guy is gone, all it really affects is... nothing. And so I drove on, as I go, I start to realize that the car I'm in seems different than my own car. When the realization sinks in, a tremendous force pulls me straight out of the car. In the flash of a light, I find myself on the other side of the highway, floating above my bloody red, two-doors, Honda del sol as it races through the road. This is hell; I do not remember what happened 2 minutes ago. But when I see it, I know that it is me who's flying out of that windshield. No wonder I would know how the driver feels. But I also know, I will question about that 'sympathetic' feeling once again.		    
This is me, animated by... um, by the way, it IS a real picture.
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Offspring
"Self Esteem"

Now I'll relate this little bit
That happens more than I'd like to admit
Late at night she knocks on my door
Drunk again and looking to score
Now I know I should say no
But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go
I may be dumb
But I'm not a dweeb
I'm just a sucker with no self esteem

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