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
For many years I have navigated the world of the living and walked among the dead. I have seen people die of natural causes, old age, illness, anything that would harm the human body without outside interaction. And I have been there to personally take a life that was long overdue to travel to Death’s dominion.
Balancing the thin thread of life and death is no simple task that anybody can do; only those chosen from Death himself will be able to endure the constant struggle. Becoming Death would be a curse to many. I personally enjoyed being handed the tools to literally hold somebody’s life in the palm of my hand. One such life came to mind, one that took Death’s name in vain.
My sources had quickly gathered information on my next victim, a man who goes by many names. One such name was Haegard the Rotten. I’ve been told that he often takes up a drink in a tavern well deep into the forest.
It was time that I paid him a visit.
“Aye, they be rather anxious tonight,” I replied. “They must be sensin’ somethin’ nasty a’brewin’.”
“Stories tell of crows cawin’ when death be near, when the reaper himself walks among the livin’.”
I felt myself gaining an interest in continuing the conversation with the driver.
Continue reading The Woman Who Breathes Death
Technology has made life so much easier and convenient in multiple ways. One such way is how we stay in communication with people all over the world. And, in some circumstances, helps us even find the right person for us somewhere around the world.
Friendships, lovers, marriages: these are easier to find now because of technology. Staying on contact has never been easier. Some would say that it’s almost too easy to find somebody right for you.
Unfortunately for Warren, things just haven’t been up his alley lately. Numerous attempts at trying to meet somebody have been shot down rather quickly, leaving behind nothing bus repeated disappointment and regret.
What about tonight’s latest trial?
Warren had seen this opening line too many times, each time coming from a different woman. At least, he had used to believe they were different women.
He patiently waited for a reply but one rarely came to his inbox. And if one did, it was only a repeat of the very first message that started the whole conversation.
Coming to a decision, Warren shrugged off his worries for the moment and rolled the dice, “I already know what to expect if it doesn’t work out.” Continue reading the short story
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.”
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?”
Suzanne traveled all day, gunning down bandits and armed robbers who were sent to come after her. One by one they all fell to her hand, none of them able to even realize that they had absolutely no chance going against her.
After a long day, and dozens of bullets fired, she needed some time off to just unwind and relax. And it has been a few days since she had a nice, cold beer to sip on.
Finding the local saloon in the town she’s laying low in for the time being, Suzanne decided to head on out to have a drink or two.
However, she should have known that bullets are always flying around no matter where she went.
“Christ, today’s a bad day to be all dressed up. I really need to change it up more often.”
The stomach rumbled with a loud belch following behind it, “Look here, ‘hun.’ You know why I’m here.”
He grunted before answering, “Shoot-out. Barely escaped with my life. I take it you know who I was up against?”
“Perhaps. Why does that matter?”
I didn’t hear him come in; he was completely silent. The only reason why I even noticed that somebody walked into the room was the creaking of the broken floorboards—he stepped right on the one floorboard that needed to be replaced. When I heard the loud squeaking sound, I rolled out of bed and went under it, squeezing myself in as far as I could.
“Where the hell did that little brat go?” he grumbled with anger. His heavy boots crashed into the squeaking boards with every step, obviously making himself present in the room.
He walked over to the bed and stopped. The front of his boots were covered in a red spatter, a faint smell of iron coming off of them. Fear overwhelmed me, my vision starting to get blurry and my heartbeat pounding in my ear drums. The urge to scream out for help again was strong, but I bit down on my mouth as a precaution in case I unknowingly did it. Please don’t let him look under the bed.
The boots stood there for a moment, just a few inches away from me. The man grunted and the boots turned around, walking to the other side of the room. My sight was cut off from the bed, but all I could see was up to his waist now. In one of his back pockets there was a small, clover-shaped charm hanging out.
He has my car keys! How am I suppose to get out of here now?
He started for the closet, his boots stopping right in front of the door. Just from hearing the loud snaps, I could tell that the door was suddenly yanked from its hinges and fell right to the ground. “Where are ya, girl? I’m getting real tired of looking. Come out now, and maybe I’ll go easy on ya.”
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Hoshige brought me out here to talk about something. I asked him what was the problem, but he just kept quiet, wanting to talk about it once we were isolated. He’s been acting strange the last few days.
I brought along a couple beers to help ease into discussion. Even though Hoshige and I go way back, he still has trouble opening up about certain things. When he told me that he wanted to speak in private, his face was rather tired and stressed out.
I hope his usual lifestyle didn’t finally catch up to him.
“Everything okay at home, Hoshige?”
“I wish everything was okay.”
Finally giving in, he sighed and shrugged, “Sorry. Thing have just been… strange lately.”
I was still stuck about the events of that night at the club, my memory still in bits and pieces. I was thinking that talking to Toni would help fill in the holes.
Having Toni over did help, but some of the things she told me were still such a shock to me. I couldn’t outright believe the things she told me. But honestly, I didn’t really have much of a choice; I couldn’t remember anything.
The wine on the coffee table was helping me ease into the topic. Part of me hoped that the alcohol in my blood system would somehow cause me to blurt out some new info that would help unravel that bad night.
“I don’t remember a fucking thing!” A surge of panicking emotions flooded every inch of my heated body.
On top of that, I wanted to be more under the influence of the wine she brought over—we weren’t even finished with the first bottle of red wine.
“So, how was it?”
Jamie dragged me all the way to this opening in the woods where a well was just randomly sitting there. The entire clearing was void of any trees for a couple yards, as if somebody wanted others to find this well.
Apparently, from what she told me, if somebody tossed something in the well of great value, they can make a wish and it will come true. Jamie talked about how her friend came here and was granted a wish.
But something about this well just didn’t feel right, something felt off. The fact that the well was just openly in a cleared section of forest was strange alone. Why was there even a well in the middle of the forest to begin with? There was no town or villages close enough to have use of it. Why was it here?
I quickly reached out and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling her back down when I saw her feet rise off of the ground. “Careful. Lean in any more and you would have fell straight in.”
My gut started churning when I saw the distress in my little sister’s eyes. The usually light glimmer in her sky blue eyes were faded and dull.
“There’s somebody calling out to me! There’s somebody in the well!”
I know there’s a weird-ass anime screenshot posted on here, but hear me out for a second.
So last night I was relaxing at my usual go-to bar after leaving work, just to unwind and take a load off before going home for the night. I was writing something up on my phone when I got a sudden hit of Writer’s Block. What I then did was I went onto Twitter and asked for an opening liner to help get the thoughts going.
A friend of mine shared this screenshot, and I had absolutely no idea what anime it was from, so I just winged it and wrote this. I didn’t look up the source until AFTER I wrote it.
The anime is called Oretachi ni Tsubasa wa Nai-under the innocent sky (We Without Wings – Under the Innocent Sky.) I didn’t look too much into what the plot is about, but I did manage to find the scene where the screenshot came from. In case you want to watch it, here’s the link: Oretachi ni Tsubasa wa Nai
And, after looking at the video, I don’t think this story was tooooo far off…
I was still trying to recover from the embarrassment that happened on Monday. I never heard a response from William, so I have a feeling he thinks I’m crazy or weird. Honestly, I wouldn’t blame him–I’m somebody beneath his sophisticated caliber.
And on top of that, I haven’t seen him all day, so he must be avoiding me. Then again, I’ve been trying to avoid him myself. Maybe I was doing a good job of staying out of line of sight. I hope it stays that way for another week or two.
I needed to find Julia to see if maybe she saw him anytime today. I hope lunch today will be loud and busy enough to be a distraction, just in case William happened to be there.
I ignored her question, replying with one of my own, “Is he in here?”
“You’re really stuck on trying to avoid him as much as possible, huh?”
If she was in my position, Julia would want to do the same thing.