here's a couple of shorter ones for you..

he was walking down the street (any old street in any old town), thinking how much he liked strawberries. they were perfect, really. and so engrossed, he stumbled along with a silly halfsmile on his face. he passed another man, muttering to himself under his breath. for a moment he wondered what and why, but resolving not to let this, of all things, ruin an otherwise perfectly idyllic afternoon, he resolutely thought of strawberries.
somewhere, something was ringing. it came from the phone booth. strawberries forgotten, he picked it up.

she sat in the back of the class, tapping her worn old pencil mercilessly against the desk. nothing was coming, nothing was going..everything was in a state of stasis..just being. it was as if the world had grown weary, finally, and decided to stop for a moment and catch its breath, before continuing again down to wherever it thought it was going. dust hung in the sunlight, dancing to it's own tune. her handbag suddenly buzzed, and her hand lazily fumbled its way inside to escape.

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always looking for the next way out, even when you think you've got it figured out. we all want that deus ex machina to drop suddenly from nowhere, and take us somewhere..it doesn't matter where. it may not be any better, any worse than where you are today, but it'll be different, and you always take that risk. you have faith, atleast, in change.

peace is when you don't even hear the ringing anymore.