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Chelovyek

Jack spat the sand from his lips and felt their blistered surface with his tongue. He'd already been too long in the sun. The flat and dismal beach stretched into the distance with not a tree in sight. As best he could tell, it was midday and he needed shade and drinkable water desperately. Trudging up the beach (or was it down), Jack cooled his feet in the churn as gulls overhead taunted him with their shadows as they gathered ahead by a form in the surf. Closing the distance at an increasing pace he saw it was a human form.

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Anonymous

Jack closed his eyes, opened them again. Sand felt different than he’d imagined. He curled his toes in it. The waves too were so loud. Jack smiled. Then he began to laugh. I’m crazy he thought. Demented actually. Anyone who saw me would think the same. Then he realized that something was, in fact, looking at him. Down the beach stood a dog-like creature. A dog. A dog? Jack had never seen one of those before either. It was staring at him. It was panting. It’s teeth were showing, and from the corner of its mouth hung a long thin thread of drool.

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Anonymous

Reality?! How could this be reality? Jack had been in a teaming old city on a planet without beaches. He remembered being hunted by...something. He checked his belongings and found nothing but what a beach goer would have; a beach towel, sunscreen, sunglasses and swimwear. As to how long ago was he in the city he had no idea. The first order of business was to explore the island and see if there were any clues as to where he was and how he got here. And could he find a way back to the city? Did he want to go back to the city?

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Anonymous

Myra swallowed, felt the gumminess in her mouth, the same feeling upon waking sometimes. But she hadn't been sleeping. She had been fazing. She felt the tight corners of her eyes, rubbed them and wiped away the crumbs. She lay back in her slumber-chair and reminded herself of their collective dream. Everyone unique, each in their own position, sitting, lying, some standing, living the same dream. The trick of course was lucidity. Waking up, taking control, yet participating with everyone. But something was missing. She reviewed her memory.

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Anonymous

The seagull, his name was Samuel but his friends called him Sammy, watched the flightless creature below. Sometimes they left food on the beach. Sometimes the smaller ones ran towards him with their featherless wings flapping in the air. This one looked off, maybe it was sick. Didn’t seem to have any food. Well, fuck ‘em as seagulls like to say. Sammy swooped low over the water and his passing shadow sent a fish diving down to deeper waters.

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Anonymous

Why bother with survival. Life has led him to this island and away from the rot that is civilized society. If Life wanted him to continue them he would. He felt free. Free from the pressure of being, free from doing, free of the struggle against the inevitable grind. He wood lie here instead. Let the Sun burn him. Let the Ocean swallow him. Hell, let the crabs eat his toes. Caring never got him anywhere.

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Anonymous

The seagull was signaling the beginning of the hunt. Jack knew he was easy sport, but the glimmer of a chance to escape was appetizing for his hungry soul. He pushed his feet against the warm sand of the beach once again. Surprisingly smooth and soft, nothing like the cage floor he’d known his entire life. Jack peered across the water one last time and ran for the dunes to see what lay behind nature’s coastal barrier.

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kitfriendesq

Blinking, Jack heard the gradual sound of familiar chatter drifting into his awareness. He was at a beach... somewhere he knew... vague flashes of memory refuse to align themselves until the soft chug of a diesel engine and drifting smell of feul triggered something. He jolted upright to see the sea tractor slowly descent into the waves to meet the oncoming ferry.

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Anonymous

Startled by the pestered bird, Jack was brought to a quick realization of where he was . His last memories were of a large tanker he was being shuttled by to the oil rig he helped maintenance. While it was merely a low-experience summer job, it claimed most of his free hours. Suddenly, he sees a large sheet of metal next to him. Realization hit. The ship sank. Only he survived. Lost. He was lost. But more importantly, he was alone.

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Space

Confused, Jack scanned the environment he was in to get an idea where he was. Few seconds pass by for him to realize that he was stranded in an inhabitable island in the middle of the ocean. Quick as lightning, Jack got up to his feet to such a realization. The soft blazing sand, the intense rays of the sun, and the heat in the air forced Jack into the lushes of the island.

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Anonymous

"Well," he said aloud. "Better figure this out." The sun was already be uncomfortable, he was used to the indoors, and the heat frightened him. His ears were ringing, as though he has just survived an explosion, or a great fall. He felt the back of his head and winced. He had no idea what to do, but the palms, swaying in the sea breeze, promised shade. He suddenly realized he was starving. He checked his pockets. No phone, no wallet, just a packet of airline peanuts, although he had no memory of being on a plane.

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Anonymous

How many times had he been through this scene? A rocky sea, maybe a grassy pond, stormy, clear, gull, eagle. Myriad versions of the same general contour congealed to a single experience. Trillions of trillions, just for this trial. All combinations of all identified significant variables. All for something that would last only an hour. An eternity of experience, like the eternities before it, for just a few moves on the board, so to speak. But a subtle something in the flow of the sand told him: The trial was over. The test had begun.

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Anonymous

He blinks. His eyes - tad gummy and burning at the harsh rays of sunlight - squint up at the sky, a stark blue, with not a cloud in the sky. The seagull squalls again, fighting to be heard over the waves that crash against the shore. He can't hear anything else. No children mucking about, giggling and splashing in the summer-warm water. No laughter of adults as they take swigs of tepid beer. No shouts of the lifeguards telling tourists to not to feed the seagulls. Nothing. Just the piercing calls of that damn bird and the dull roar of water.

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Noone

Jack took the scarps of the boats. The scarps were nothing more than the woods. After getting everything, he made a rope from the woods and started making a hut.
The process wasn't easy as Jack had thought. After some hours, he built a small hut. Well, it could technically be called a hut, but it wasn't more than piles of woods erected from the ground and bound by the rope. It barely is a place to live. And he went inside and slept on the ground. While the door was still open, nothing came to him. And he slept through the night peacefully.

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Anonymous

And then he found himself on the brink of collaps. He didnt know what to do. 'Am I just a lil Bitch?' he asked himself. 'But no' said a voice he can´t locate. He was just to stoned because he ate all the weed that people left at the party. He just relaxed. The tune of spongebob squarepant that he sings while going chasing jellyfish in the distance. But he never awoke. He was in the closet for all eternety.
'What am I going to do?' he asked himself while bitting in his sandwitch filled with sand.

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Anonymous

Confusion and wonder washed over him. Listening to the crashing of the waves against the sandy shore, he took in all the beauty around him. The green tropical paradise and the blue sky and water, it all looked like a screensaver stock photo. Then a tsunami of questions and fear pulled him under, drowning him in reality.
Adrenaline grips him. He jumps to his feet, only to crash back down hard, his head just missing a sharp rock poking out of the silky sand.

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Anonymous

The seagull starting flying right towards Jack, Jack jumped up and quickly started running in the other direction. The seagull swoped down right next to where Jack orignally was and starting eating his sandwich. Jack grumbled, he wanted that sandwich, but after all his sandwich instead of him being eaten was better.

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Anonymous

The trees towered over him like skyscrapers. Jack knew he needed to build a basic shelter, and he needed to do it quick. The sun was setting and who knows what danger could be out there waiting to get him. "Things could not get worse.. I need to get to it" he turned to take a gander at the wreckage of his boat. "I could use the broken pieces to build a hut... I need to get everything out." Jack started back towards his demolished boat and began pondering.

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Anonymous

"I could take this flotsam...No, too heavy...And this....." Jack couldn't make up his mind, in fact his thoughts were becoming more and more clouded at the sight of the wreckage. Every piece of it was making his head spin and flashes were coming to his eyes. Suddenly, he felt his legs lighten and had a vision.

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Anonymous

Beneath Jack's bare feet the sand began to shiver and shake, spreading out until it dissolved into the ocean. The sun collapsed from the sky like a portrait from a fixture, Jack tensed up and closed his eyes to brace for the impact, hearing a tearing noise as it fell around him.
Cautiously opening his eyes all he saw was a vast white plain punctuated by a strange, horrible noise coming from seemingly nowhere.

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