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New to Five Minute Observations? Welcome. I’m Joe Class III, and I write stories and essays about what I notice, the encounters that reveal something true, and the moments that stick with you after they’re gone. If you’re just getting started, these three pieces will give you a sense of what this space is about:…
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Waking up this morning, I realized everyone has a story. Every person born on this planet has a story. Some are good. Some are tragic. But, like it or not, miserable or elated, everyone everywhere has their own story. Of course, there are common elements: love, hate, mistrust, lying, friendship, happiness, wealth, poverty, and…
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“You owe Mrs. Ranchelleti a whole lot of green, know what I mean?” Brad almost laughed, thinking immediately of Jim Varney.
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Photograph reprinted with permission from “an old guy I know who worked for Industrial Light & Magic years ago.” Closing my eyes, I anticipate adventure, uncertain of what awaits me, reaching the surface of a terrain that my Earthbound life isn’t ready for after being asleep for the better part of ten years. Expectations. That’s…
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Flames burst from the explosion, sending pieces of shrapnel overhead, smoke billowing high into the air. Seconds earlier, instincts kicked in, and Julio kissed the sun-cooked blacktop. Not giving the heat emanating from the ground a second thought, he covered his head and face the best he could. That instinct, seconds earlier, forced him to…
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Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times, trying to remember where he was exactly. He knew he was at home. That much he was sure of. Something felt off. It’s like that feeling of vertigo just after walking off a spinning carnival ride. You know your balance is a bit off, and you’re…
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Bullets. Brass casings ejected from the barrel of a gun. Any gun. I could care less what kind. The copper metallic smell after you touch them. For some reason, I felt connected with them, not unlike the feeling a tennis player has connected to their racquet. I woke up, my head ringing, the smell…
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Before I was old enough to read, I told stories. Imagination incubated, spit out into the world through my limited toddler vocabulary. After being taught how to read and write, the magic turned from oral stories to written stories. Now I was writing my own material, reading everything I could to get ideas, even the…
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Staring right at me, I thought she would start screaming, yelling at the top of her lungs. Before you start in on me, I just want to set the record straight – I didn’t start this argument. No. Really. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault. But then again, the guilty always have a way of…
Stories. Enjoy!
