Secret Santa_CSS 45_Herb's Brain Scam_The Sandwich Guy
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Secret Santa
“Another office meeting,” I thought to myself trying to gulf down my coffee which I irresistibly detested however after stealing my roommates assortment of Keurigs since she moved in I ought to be contented with the little gifts.“I am glad that you two could make it,” our boss Pete stood in the center of the break room with his arms wide directing us to a seat. I sighed making myself comfortable near the bathroom so I could easily slip away. “As you know,” Pete’s creepy mustache moved every time he spoke. He really resembled a trailer park Santa Clause always calling everyone sweetheart and to...
CSS 45
It wasn’t supposed to be this successful…The Duck Song: A multibillionaire company originally formed from the premise of a simple lemonade stand. It now stands as the omnipresent global empire for both wealth and complete control. Its customers, once a purchase has been made, will provide a complete vulnerability of everything within their life to the company. There used to be a way to prevent this, a way to stop the tyranny of The Duck Song from dismantling the very roots of civilization, but I was too late to stop it from happening.I once ran a lemonade stand. It was during my early twenties...
Herb's Brain Scam
Herb’s Brain ScamDeep in the recesses of Herb’s brain, an emergency meeting of unparalleled import was just underway. "CC", representing the largest portion of the brain, the Cerebral Cortex, chaired the meeting as usual. The other powerful Union Bosses, each representing billions of members, in attendance were:-“Fronz”, representing the Frontal Lobe responsible for reasoning and motor skills.-“Perry”, representing the Parietal Lobe responsible for tactile senses.-“Temper”, representing the Temporal Lobe responsible for memory.-“Oxy”, representing the Occipital Lobe responsible for vision.-“Me...
The Sandwich Guy
Angela jolted upright, gasping for air: “Ahhh!”Next to her, her boyfriend sat peacefulwww.onedoor.ccly, propped up with several pillows, his coffee in one hand, his book in the other. “Was it the sandwich guy again?”Still catching her breath, Angela nodded, putting a hand on her forehead to settle herself. “Yeah.”“Where were you this time?”A hand found her chest, felt her racing heart. “The pool. He was there at the edge of the pool when I surfaced.”“Hmmm, that’s new. Did he bring you a sandwich at least?" Jake, who’d hardly lifted his eyes off his book, sipped his coffee nonchalantly.Angela nodded. “He tol...