Ode to Ted_Subject A_While Stalling_Summer's Sun
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Ode to Ted
This one’s a little bit different, more a good memory I want to share with you alwww.onedoor.ccl and hopefully will cheer some people up. Enjoy! Edit: Realised too late the prompt said start the story with the pointing out of spring, rather than end. The sound of the phone calling reverberated through my car speakers as I cursed myself yet again for having the music too loud. Two beeps and it hangs up, opening the gate that bars my entry to the works yard. I do a lot of cursing in the morning, for multiple reasons. Always waking up just in the nick of time, causing the typical morning rush to beat the clock...
Subject A
People rushed past me as they talked on their cellphones. Horns beeped impatiently as I waited to walk across. If I had a heart, it would be beating out of my metal ample chest. My white t-shirt and jeans made me feel out of place. I had stolen them in my escape. I had to blend in or I would be caught by the scary people in white lab coats with a clipboard in their hand. My jade green eyes flickered across the bustling crowd searching for them. My software freaked out as I noticed I had no shoes. I now stood out. Panicking, I hid in a nearby ally. "Where are your shoes?" A quiet woma...
While Stalling
From: YOUR BESTIE JAYCAAAPlease? Just until five thirty after I pick up the ring!Len felt his face fold up in agony at the text. Until five-thirty? The time that was after everyone wanted to leave and not stay a second longer at the too-many-floors office building after a grueling day of entertaining clients? The idea of trying to stop anyone from leaving for the weekend was basically a death wish or indicative of becoming a victim of voodoo puppetry, especially if one tried stopping his supervisor and best friend’s girlfriend, Ryu Nama. Ryu Nama wasn’t a bad boss—far from it. If one of her te...
Summer's Sun
“That’s the thing about the city. You never really understand it unless you live there yourself. Most people think its about the crowds and-” A woman says that, a blonde woman smiling with a young child in her hands speaking to another woman, roughly her age but with wavy, black hair. Everyone’s heads bobbing up and down as the train races through the dark tunnel. These two women are sat to far off from me to hear what they said before the train car was filled with that regular white noise. I retreat into my headphones and get my phone out from my pocket, looking for a song to fly me away from...