Loneliness_Su-10’s Interns_what have i done?_The Window
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Loneliness
6:30 amFlorida-Georgia Line begins to play softly, causing the cell phone to light up; sleepily Rachel swipes the snooze button. Placing the phone by her hip, she keeps her thumb over the phones speaker to make the sound of the alarm even softer. Her entire body begins to tremble as she awaits the dreaded call.After some time passes, Rachewww.onedoor.ccl falls back into a fitful sleep, anxious thoughts in the back of her mind keeps her from gaining a deep peaceful slumber. A couple of hours later, she's awake again, blinking the sleep away despite wanting to just sleep the day away; yet her eyes wander to h...
Su-10’s Interns
Damn, another one had quit on her yesterday! Su-10 (a funny and attractive brunette who worked in the financial industry and who was coincidentally the subject of an ongoing debate among the guys at The Court Street Bar and Restaurant about whether she was really part Asian or only an impression based solely on her use of eyeliner) had had it with interns! They were mostly over-privileged sons and daughters of the upper echelon’s clients at her corporation and in her strongly opinionated point of view were absolutely worthless. Less than worthless; they were a drag on her normally whirlwind wo...
what have i done?
Anyone could hear the screams throughout the halls. I could feel them vibrating me along with them. These screams were screams of pure and tortured agony. Its as if the soul who screams these screams was to be taken way. Way from the world away from the people who cared about her. So, I answered her silent unending pray. It takes a lot of skill to pull someone away from the world with gentle ease. I did it again I use the gift god punished me with. I am fallen for a reason. ***“we’re losing her” he couldn’t belie...
The Window
John Paul had been at The Bee’s Knees Diner for two hours when he finally ordered his dinner. It was a sad plate of overdone meatloaf and lumpy mashed potatoes. He even had to ask for extra ketchup since there was barely any sauce on top of it, which is not a proper meatloaf. He wasn’t really all that hungry anyway but couldn’t think of anything else to do to pass the time. Counting the cracks starting to form in seat cushions was getting old. The waitresses were starting whisper while looking in his direction; he assumed they were not saying the kindest things. Maybe he had overstayed his we...