Justin Shipp
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Present-writer. Future-director, producer, visionary.
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The Bully.
Sharp pain in my right ear woke me up. I reached for the ear in question and felt a tag on it like I was an endangered animal and they were keeping a record. My face was in a field of grass and it is dark outside; midnight, if I had to guess a time of day. Now on my feet but feeling woozy and the smell of feces is making me want to vomit. There have to be multiple cuts and bruises on me because I have pains all over my body. I step forward with my left foot and the movement triggers a field light to brighten a section of the field or forest; another field light turns on and then another in succession, 10 lights in total. The lights were arranged in a criss-cross fashion on the field, each light shone on a small barn. I was at the head of a 10-barn farm.
By Justin Shipp4 years ago in Fiction
