People always go out to bars and clubs to have a good time with friends and loved ones. Lively music, lively people, and an exciting environment, the nightlife is one that draws people in for good times.
Sometimes, even the ones who have to provide the service for the bar can get swept up in the raging excitement. Alcohol flying off of the shelves, mistakes being made into regrets, the people of the night see it all.
And the person who gets to have the biggest influence in what happens at night are the bartenders. They’re the ones getting people drunk, after all.
A young man in a nice white button-up jacket with a black undershirt approaches the counter, “Jack on the Rocks, please.”
However, I do want to see if he’ll be able to hold it together under certain circumstances, mostly getting his ass handed to him.
I just want to get out of here. I’ve seen enough gore and grotesque scenes to last multiple lifetimes. How a virus can cause such devastation still boggles my mind.
And now I could be the next victim of the same virus. Locked in a room with Jack, a corpse, and a growing viral bomb, I don’t want to imagine what it would be like having to suffer like this.
But at the same time, dying would be the easy way out. And I don’t want to die.
Working in a big office building will eventually get tiresome; staring at a screen all day, making phone calls and having meetings so many times will eventually ware a person out. It’s even worse when you have to deal with irresponsible clientele.
Aside from dealing with clients, every now and they, co-workers help out newcomers of the group to make sure they fully understand how to do the job to the best of their ability.
Then there are co-workers who really focus on the job too much, mostly focusing on what to do for the weekend.
“Yup. You’ve got ass.”
I can see a gleam in Eliza’s eyes when she says, “I bet you two role-play a student-teacher relationship when you’re about to fu–”
“Stop right there!”
I’ve finally reached my goal: The Black Void. I’ve traveled far and endured much, but I’m finally here. As much as I would like to avoid this incident, I sadly do now have a choice.
I must endure just a bit further before I can retire and retreat to my simple resting place.
I will make sure my engravings will not be in vain.
Armed with my white stick of power, I engrave sacred markings on it, moving as fast as I can. I can’t stand being in front of here.
Alexis is the breadwinner in the relationship, while Samantha is the loving housewife making sure Alexis makes it out of the house on time every day for work. After a long night, Alexis surprisingly misses her alarm and has to rush to work before she gets caught for being late.
We get to learn about one of Alexis’ co-workers who she has to deal with during the struggle of the normal 9-to-5 office job. Fortunately, her co-workers have a nice sense of humor.
I spit out my toothbrush and look down at Sam, my face blushing red from both surprise and embarrassment, “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Helping you get dressed.”
“I can get dressed on my own. I don’t need help putting on clothes.”
Family is one of the strongest bonds a person can have in their life. It’s both their reason for going on and their motivation to better themselves. However, family can also lead to a person’s downfall.
Sometimes, comparison between family member’s status in life can lead a person to lash out in rebellion, leading to damaging results. And sometimes, even awakening the inner demon within.
A light mist has slowly drifted down upon the entire forest. The woman suddenly comes to a stop. She begins to take deep breaths and her voice starts cracking as if she’s holding back tears.
“None of this would have happened if I…”
Most people don’t always like to go into work on a daily basis. However, many do it because they have responsibilities, or just like having money to spend for things they like.
Regardless, there’s one thing that every job has in common no matter what kind of profession it is: they all have that one guy nobody likes.
Shaun’s own bitterness came back to strike with vengeance for those who suffered by his hand.
Nature’s always a pretty sight to behold. Catching it during the perfect moment can inspire anybody to just take a moment and think about certain memories about loved ones.
Relaxing in the daily sunset, watching the orange sun passing across the horizon is a photograph worth thousands of words. It’s even the perfect time to joke around.
“… Are you high, Rebecca? Because you sound so high right now.”
After being attacked by a strange, blue stained corpse, Suzume is finally starting to make some ground around the mansion. With a key in hand, she can now explore an old room that she passed before.
However, when she enters that room, it only leads her into more danger, much much more danger than before. With a strange shadow walking through and an unknown voice singing, will she be able to save herself and her sister?
Shortly after, she could see a slender shadow walking through the mist. She couldn’t make out any fine details, just that the shadow was approaching the house with every step.
“Hikaru… What happened to you? You look so… lifeless.”
Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.
I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.
Patrick was more than just a muscle head.
Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”
Many romance novels and stories often have a forbidden love feature: a Romeo and Juliet style situation that prevents the two lovers from ever truly showing their affection. Some end in tragedy and some get the happy finale that was expected.
Regardless, if there’s a forming bond between two and they’re both willing to go to secret lengths to keep the relationship alive, then it was meant to be. Same goes for a bond between a student and their teacher.
As much as I should be panicking right now, I’m completely calm; I know who grabbed me.
“Took you long enough, Kyouko.”
I’ve lost track of exactly how many people have suffered from my experiments. A handful, a dozen, a few dozen most likely? All I know is until I get the results I want, that number will continue to climb.
It’s been a few days since I’ve checked up on the condition of my current subject; perhaps he has some new findings for me that I’ve been wanting for some time.
“Ms. Tanamura,” Yuuka calls out, “the current subject is about to wake up. His vital signs are beginning to change.”
“Unlock the doors so he can proceed,” I answer.