Bu's Battle_The wait of the crown_Onboarding_In The Mud
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Bu's Battle
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat."The words stung, not because they were dishonest, but because they were a reminder of my past failure, a reminder of promises I only knew how to shatter, of the times I was my own worst enemy.I looked at my sister and remained silent as words meant nothing more than symbols strung together and carried by hopeless sound. She was right.The past few weeks had been tough on my mental health - I isolated myself from family and my friends who only wanted to offer me support. It was a vicious cycle; they reach out, I hide away, they step back...
The wait of the crown
Edward climbed the seven wooden steps up to the elevated stage; each bowing under his weight, with a painful-creak. His entourage, numbering seven, filed up the steps behind him, each announced by their personal sing-song of creaks and groans which varied by weight and by gait. The priest and other officiators were already on stage, having arrived earlier. As Edward cleared the last step, the master-of-ceremonies motioned him to the high wooden throne set in the middle of the stage. His new bride followed, who they motioned to the small wooden throne to his left. Behind her, the rest of the e...
Onboarding
The HR lady leads a woman out of her office. The waiting room is full of recruits. HR lady’s secretary hands her a folder, and then takes a call. HR lady tells you she’ll be back and ready to start your onboarding in a few minutes. You were about to stand up and put out your hand for a handshake, but when she breezed past you, you plopped back down. Awkward. You give a little wave that indicates, “Take your time!”Your time. Her time. Someone’s time. It must be for efficiency’s sake for the new applicants. They’ll want to know when they died, and how, and how long it’s been for the people on E...
In The Mud
“No— way. I am not going to spend my night in a place only reserved for the dead.” “It’s not that bad! I’ve been there at night before. At most, it’s just a bit dirty.” “Why would I want to stay the night somewhere dirty?” “Also dark.” “Okay… Why would I want to stay the night somewhere dark and dirty?” “To be fair, you already sleep in darkness so—” “Yeah well, whatever, I just don’t see the appeal in a sleepover with corpses.” “It’s not about the appeal, it’s about the experience! Ya know… you can tell your kids and your kwww.onedoor.ccid’s kids about the night you spent in a graveyard. Live your life for...