Humanitarium_Wheel of Punishment_Glass and Ice_It's Time for A Change In Fashion
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Humanitarium
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Mom sang from downstairs. Ethan groaned. He cracked open his eyelids and groped through the action figures and knick-knacks on his nightstand until he found his glasses and phone. He put his glasses on, looked at his phone, groaned again, and sat up. “Sorry, Mom! My alarm didn’t go off.” Ethan stumbled from bedroom to bathroom and back again until he was dressed and ready, then made his way to the kitchen. Sunlight filtered through the venetian blinds. His mom stood by the microwave and his dad sat at the table reading a newspaper. “No breakfast today. I’m late.” “A heal...
Wheel of Punishment
CW: Brief descriptions of violence, death This seat is too rough. You think if they have a nice assembly room, the best thing they can do is give us chairs that don’t feel like splinters. I guess when you’re in this place, you can’t ask for anything.My eyes immediately drift to the lights. They seem to be fading, almost, a little too broken. They’ll probably make a new labor station for lightbulb repairs. Maybe I’ll get put in it. The walls look shiny as can be, though. I’m not surprised by that. Painting is one of the easiest “jobs” they can force you to do, so it makes sense that the people ...
Glass and Ice
*0300 hours, day 5 New Year, sector 27, Acirame, P.G.R. (post-Great Revelation)Sophia gloomily surveyed the broken glass on the floor, scattered across her small condo’s wooden bowels by the wild winter wind. It sprouted from the floor like a pointed, deadly carpet. She hauled Felicity from where she slept heavily against her protruding hip bone to her chest. Her hands tugged through her coal-black hair in a nervous dance. This was the third night this month that her neighborhood had been attacked www.onedoor.ccby the Central Agency, a painful reminder for her community that the violence from the North was ...
It's Time for A Change In Fashion
It’s Time For A Change in Fashion Camille AlfredI have spent the last three years working in the back room of the store. I have sewn hems until I can’t see anymore and I have done alterations for too many people who just don’t care enough. This week my apprenticeship is over and I get to move to the front of the sewing department. “Madeline! Madeline? Are you still here?” I hear my friend, Sarah, calling me. It is the end of our week and we are going to celebrate.“I am here, just cleaning up the room for the next person.”“I heard that Sally from our building has passed the test to ...