Lucy and the Writer's Block_The Daze of a Screen_Symbiosis_Need a Friend
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Lucy and the Writer's Block
In an almost effortless way, the day had become night and I was left alone in a sprawling but comfortable position on my bed surrounded by stray Cheetos and Ritz cracker crumbs. The picture might have been one of apathy for some, maybe depression for others, but for me, I was hard at work. I found my subconscious worked best when it was stimulated in the ways of laziness. The more I laid around and stuffed myself with tasty packages of saturated fat, the more likely I was going to come up with the solution to my problem. Any minute now it will come to me. Surely the Cheeto dust will invade my ...
The Daze of a Screen
He sat, absorbed, in the daze of a screen. It does not matter what was on it. It matters less what should have been on it – a report or a spreadsheet. He sat staring at a screen too brightly lit, his mind empty, and his mood dark.It was nighttime.Time was stubbornly still. The weather was decisively wet. The body was present, the soul was gone. No ring or beep, no notification or interruption, no voice or whisper, could change that.A glance at him would register the projected stable confidence of a pressed suit and ironed tie. A look the veneer of confidence. A concentrated sight would see the...
Symbiosis
Tonight on World of Mysteries: peek inside the wonder of coexistence between two seemingly incompatible human beings: a loud and energetic extrovert (also commonly known Profugus Extrovert) and their quiet and reserved counterpart - a domestic introvert. How does this relationship work? Stay with us to find out. This program is funded in part by the Quiet Life Foundation, which has been protecting introverts in the workplace and at home. “They are among us. The Quiet Life Foundation.”NARRATOR: The world is full of wonders and mysteries. Black holes, dark matter, the ocean floor. For evwww.onedoor.ccery answ...
Need a Friend
The sound was faint, inaudible almost.My eyes instantly went to the curtains covering the window, the sound of tapping growing louder.There were only a few people I knew who knocked on windows at night, and only one who would knock on mine.As I got up from the bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I brushed away the possibility from my mind that it could be a kidnapper or a serial killer. No criminal would be polite or stupid enough to knock before entering.I also realized that no one would be polite or stupid enough to open the window to a complete stranger in the middle of the night, othe...