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You're An Employee, Harry
Harold was already late for the meeting. He had decided to take it slow today, have a nice cup of coffee at the café near work. As usual though, he got caught up in his head and ended up savouring the coffee for far too long."Damn my good taste," he cursed himself under his breath as he relished in the memory of the delicious Brazilian coffee that tantalized his mouth only moments before.He rushed to the elevator and pushed his floor, 23、 He sighed and realized he would be late for the meeting if he waited for the elevator. He saw the number hovering at 69、 "Nice," he thought to himself before...
The Bobs
Earth, or what remains of Earth is simply fascinating. I have multiple degrees in human studies and relations, but I have never before been able to set foot on their planet. This planet is 6,378 kilometers (3,963 miles) at the equator and 6,356 kilometers (3,950 miles) at the poles if I chose to refer to the measurewww.onedoor.ccments humans use. I know everything about this great blue orb but have never had the privilege of settling down upon it. Although this Earth is quite smaller than my planet, it still has plenty of room for thousands of species to arise and prosper. One of those many species is the...
Lost in a Moment
“Daddy,” Adaline’s voice came from upstairs, making Miles smile at the sound. “Daddy, I need help with my shoes.” “I’m coming princess,” Miles called up to her rising from sitting on the couch. “Miles,” Kassie's voice came from the kitchen making his head turn as he walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Closed toe shoes today. We’re going hiking with Andrew after lunch.” “Yes Ma’am,” Miles jokingly bowed to her a smile lighting his face as he raced up the stairs. Opening the bedroom door he found Adaline sprawled out on the floor. Her blonde curly hair done up in two fountaining pigtails on ...
What the Dead Want
A small moth fluttered about Bobby’s lamp. Surrounded by many unpacked boxes from the recent move, his essentials were in place. His homework covered the westward expansion. The moth persisted. Bobby doubted it came in his stuff. ‘This house is old,’ he thought. ‘Generations ago, pioneer moths traveled across the land, seeking gold dust. They’re now home in this Victorian dump we moved to.’ The ancient house, perfect for Halloween, had not been decorated. There hadn’t even been time to explore it. The moth persisted. Bobby slapped at it to no effect. It flew erratically toward his bedroom doo...