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Super Annoying Supervisor

I swear to God, if you don’t get the fuck away from me, I’m going to do something you’re gonna regret.

I tried my best not to pay any mind to the dancing man at the end of the aisle. Taking my time restocking the shelves with brand new wine bottles that arrived today, each bottle clinking as the glass hits one another, I made it my mission not to give this man any of my time or attention when I was actually trying to work.

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I sped down the bustling city streets at twenty miles an hour on my electric scooter, making sharp, hard turns onto new streets and even more traffic, openly ignoring red lights if I knew I’d make it, and yelling at pedestrians to move when they proudly stood in the bike lane. Along the way, while I stopped at a red light that was too packed with cars to pass, I chatted with a biker. Turns out he was preparing himself for the upcoming city triathlon, and that he was biking for the last two hours nonstop.

He pointed down and my eyes followed, noticing his bulging thigh resting on the bike peddle. My eyes widened when I saw the massive vein protruding from the side, ready to burst if I poked it with my fingernail.

“Well goddamn,” I said in awe. “This must what the body looks like when you’re training for something so intense.”

The man laughed with pride, flexing his thigh, “Two-hour bike rides every day for the last seven years. My legs are more ripped than a body builder’s arm.”

It looks like it’s filled with more steroids, too, I thought.

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100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Finale)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

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100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part Four)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

Continue reading Mirror, Mirror Part Four

100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part Three)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

Continue reading Mirror, Mirror Part Three

100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part Two)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what other can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

Continue reading Mirror, Mirror Part Two

100 Word Story – Mirror, Mirror (Part One)

It’s never an easy thing facing yourself in the mirror. Most people use it as a time to try and make their outer appearance look good, doing their make-up, fixing their hair, and whatnot. It’s a funny thing, using a mirror to focus on what others can see.

But what about using a mirror to reflect the deepest parts of your mind that you wish to ignore? Using a mirror to have a true one-on-one with yourself in order to get past those negative thoughts? It may sound chaotic and psychotic, but trust and believe.

It’s quite normal, no matter who the person is, and regardless of what they do for a living.

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The Fourth Wall

The Fourth Wall

Howdy, y’all. I hope you’ve had a nice and relaxing weekend. It’s been a scorcher all week all over. I’ve been stuck in the blazing heat working (I went back to my old job, woohoo) and I’ve been coming home just drenched in sweat. And let me tell you, I hate the heat. But enough about my boring week.

So today, I come to you with a little… experiment. Remember a couple months back when I talked about the new laptop I bought and the new things I could do with it? If you don’t check out – “So I Did A Thing… And I May Keep It.”

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Lyrical Vibing

Music is a powerful tool. From creating mental images from sound, helping somebody fight their inner demons and breakthrough difficult times in their life, or even help mask the sound of taking a life, music has its number of uses. It can be used as a signal to start a major event. When toyed with and manipulated, it can help turn a barren hallway into one lively dance floor. Or, if you’re a much simpler person, music can just be something nice to listen to.

People sing along to the lyrics they hear, or even freestyle when they hear a song with no words. Remixing on the fly with hands for drums and feet for beats, music can be made anywhere and anytime. It’s just as diverse as people: no two songs are exactly the same, all being flavored with different flair. Music is just spectacular.

It can help you forget the stressful part of life, helping you ease right on through. With enough practice, it can even put a person in a trance.

With the sounds of the hectic city drowned out by my music, I ran through the rural streets towards the train station.

My head kept bobbing as the rhythm took over my body, the snares acting like audio signals for my movements.

He turned his attention to my headphones that were near the train car door, “Your singing was nothing but loud, obnoxious noise to me and the others.”

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Late-Night Rush Hour

Late-Night Rush Hour

Being stuck on the closing shift at work is never really an enjoyable thing. Having to start your day by coming into work during the busiest hour of the day and having to stay until it’s as quiet as a graveyard can be quite annoying, especially if you’ve been stuck on that shift for over two years. On top of that, being forced to deal with customers all while holding a fake smile on your face makes all the worse.

But once you finally finish up closing the store for the night—counting the drawers, printing out the daily sales reports, cashing out any tips left from deliveries—hearing that metal shutter slam down every night is an amazing thing to hear. Walking through the city all while letting the nigh breeze naturally cool you off is such a relaxing thing to have when walking to the trains to take you home.

This became my nightly routine. After dealing with a stressful day at work, that brief walk to the trains helped me unwind as I waited for the trains to take me home. Normal as usual. Continue reading Late-Night Rush Hour

August Note – 8/31/2019

August Note – 8/31/2019

The room filled with the bright orange hue of the setting sun flashing through the window blinds. The calm breeze danced around, bringing the scent of freshly cut grass into the room. The wandering cat crossed into the sun’s light, its brown eyes shining straight at the only person in the room.

However, even with the tranquil scene in front, Luka continued to stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on the train of thought constantly derailing.

With a heavy sigh, Luka shook her head, “Everything’s just been so crazy lately. It’s crazy how just one thing can turn everything else on its head.”

The cat let out a gentle cry, prancing towards Luka and jumping onto her lap. Luka’s eyes came down from the ceiling and focused on the cat.

“I’ll make the right move. I promise.” Continue reading this Monthly Note

Legends of the Dark – Home Improvement (Part Four)

Nothing was sitting right with this, with any of this going on. I already had my suspicions once I heard the tools falling earlier, seeing the water dripping from the piping, and the lack of seeing Darren anywhere in the house. The longer I continued to explore the house, the more I began to believe that something else was happening within these broken walls. 

Besides the attic, the only place left I had to check out was the other side of the basement, the darker, rustic-smelling half behind the brick wall. And the only way to get through was to go into the small hatch and vents inside the walls. What kind of family would need to travel through vents inside their own home? I kept thinking about how the realtor kept out such much information about the house. And I was starting to understand why–this entire house made no sense.

The flashlight on my phone was the only thing leading me through the dust-covered, cobweb-infested vents. I tried my best not to let the dust get into my mouth, but it seemed useless.

All I could think about was what awaited me on the other side of the basement.

There was just one long, silver tunnel that lead up. What kind of purpose could it have served?

Being on this side of the basement feels like an entirely different room. There must have been a good reason behind putting up a brick wall.

Thinking that this would give me the upper-hand in the situation, I decided to call Darren again. If he was nearby, his phone would give away his hiding spot. Again it took a moment for the connection to go through before the ringing started.

This isn’t funny now, answer the fucking phone.”

Legends of the Dark – Home Improvement (Part Three)

It felt a bit weird being the only person in the entire house right now. Having gone from the second floor and now down into the basement, Darren was still nowhere in sight. He didn’t call out whenever I tried to find out where he was. Maybe the lunch theory was still sound?

Regardless, I had to check out the basement, just to cover my tracks and make sure he really wasn’t here anymore. Aside from looking for one of my guys, I ended up finding a few other things, both worrying and confusing. Every new discovery in the house added to the realization that we didn’t really know what kind of house we were flipping.

For a split second, I regretted buying this house, thinking that all of the work we put in turned out to be a giant waste of money. But we were determined on making this house from the ground up. We planned on making a living off of this house. 

But first, I had to get through this disgusting smell of musky wood.

When I reached the center support beam I could feel the cold dampness radiating straight off of the wood. Water drops were tricking down the wood at a sluggish pace.

Christ, this isn’t a good sign.

It was a worrying sight, seeing part of a wall fall apart.

“Damn it,” I huffed under my breath. “Still nothing. Where the hell is this guy?