Big Business Feelings_Just find North_Final Breaking Point_A story about two main characters in the
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Big Business Feelings
I slowly wheeled my cart out of the small closet that sat all of mwww.onedoor.ccy equipment for the day and trudged along down the shiny tile floor hallway. As I reached the first conglomerate of desks and workers, I noticed some yelling getting louder.Coming towards me was a loud and angry person holding loads of papers and pencils falling out of their arms. I watched as our longest lasting designer walked out the door in a huff after punching her boss in the face. She was some big wig designer who was working on a piece for this falls fashion show when Ms. Kerns told her she wasn’t a fan of her work and ...
Just find North
In the end, what use is North when no matter what direction you go, there is no salvation to be reached? Flo stared up at the vast array of mocking lights, a map she could not read. Vaguely she recalled The North Star was the brightest in the sky, but was that true? Out here in the unpolluted desert every star seemed like the brightest, layered atop each other. The longer she fixed on a single point, the more stars revealed themselves, crammed in the gaps between others. A never ending tessellation that she dizzily fell into as her knees buckled, giving in, not to exhaustion, but a terrifying ...
Final Breaking Point
Spoken in a small hushed whisper, carried in the cold breeze weaving around your shriveled body. Looming buildings that threaten to rain onto the ground in a shower of brick and misfortune. The constant reminder that you are now alone.Alone. The state in which one person is flanked by none besides themselves, often associated with loneliness although the two are very different concepts. What you are is alone, but what you feel is lonely.As your head pounds and your hands shake around your firearm, you begin to wonder just when the lines between both started to blur.This isn't what you planned....
A story about two main characters in the dark recess of space
Space is a dark, low abyss. Let me tell you how we got here. Hi, I’m Alvin, Alvin Reid and I’m recording this space journal after our space collision. We were traveling through a high-speed orbit and one of out ide panel got detached and a few wires seemed to be damaged when a fleet of asteroids appeared in front of our ship. I’m no expert so I called the space Centre control room through radio communication and headed out with my space partner, Henry Pavarotti.The second reason I’m recording this journal is to rant about how annoying Henry is. Who sent him with me? This seemed like a joint pl...