Revenge Is Best Served Mechanically_The Everlasting Flame_Future King_The Snow
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Revenge Is Best Served Mechanically
One, two, three, four, five—there you go. One, two, three, four, five—there you go. Breaking the task into smaller portions made it bearable, survivable. It made it so I wouldn’t use the box cutter to open my veins instead of the cardboard boxes. So many cardboard boxes, hundreds of them, because who had to sort out all the tiny pieces needed for the next day? Thirty-five of those here, fifty of those there. Who had to do that until ten in the evening, until his fingertips went numb, until his eyes couldn’t focus anymore? Me.I got all the shitty jobs, the things an engineer shouldn’t have to ...
The Everlasting Flame
Amenaous entered the sacred hold, lowering his hood. The light highlighted his young features, making his freckles glow like embers. The Flame flickered.Surely, it is a trick on my eyes. The Flame flicked again. He shook his head. The Flame was still brightly aglow. The Everlasting Flame causes the world to continue moving on its axis; it continues spinning among the stars and other planets. It has been lit since earlier than time. The Flame provides heat and growth for the planet, giving it life and prosperity. As FlameBearers, our job is to watch the EverBurning Candle and keep it safe. We,...
Future King
George, a once hulking boy now grown into a large, heavy man, stared at the menu like it was the last piece of writing in the world. It was, at least in this country, and that’s why he looked at it that way. He had been through hell to get here, even killed people for God’s sake; how had he done that? The first one came back to him suddenly, like a slap in the face. The boy hadn’t been older than what, 15? And his own nephew, hadn’t he been around 15 or 16, the last time George saw him? Before, before, before; before the plague wiped out half of the already dwindling population, before people...
The Snow
“Hey, Jess, c’mon, we’re gonna be late.”“Do we have to?” I sigh and roll my eyes as Kris pulls my hand to get me to stand up. “I have homework.” I tell her, but she doesn’t buy it.“Yes, but we both know you would end up going home, putting on pajamas and watching TV instead of actually doing the work.” Kris says as she pulls my hand again.“And what’s wrong with TV?” I ask, pretending to be offended.“Absolutely nothing.” She qwww.onedoor.ccuips and takes my tray from me, walking to the bin to throw out the trash and setting the lime green tray on top. “But this gets us a whole two credits, and it’s only an h...