Tag: Short Story

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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City of Rumors (Finale)

There’s nothing quite like living in a small city with only a couple thousand of people who all practically know each other. There’s the hustle and bustle of a normal metropolitan city, with the wave of businessmen, school students, and business owners coming in the morning and leaving in droves in the late afternoon to early evening. Shops and eateries are everywhere along side with a small park to relax in, so that’s always a neat thing to see.

Slowly branch away from the city and you’ll find the little suburban residential neighborhoods where the other half of a small city is prominent. Children running around having fun, people walking their pets up and down the street without a care, and neighbors waved at each other from across the street. The calm life in a small city was a great thing.

Except for when the rumors spread around faster than wildfire. If one person knew, everybody knew. If you was on one person’s bad side, you were on everybody’s bad side.

They invited him over for a large dinner, and he spat in their faces and scared them off.

At least, that’s how the rumors went.

The entire neighborhood was silent. From across the street, the woman spoke in a casual tone, “You know the rule, right?”

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City of Rumors (Part Four)

There’s nothing quite like living in a small city with only a couple thousand of people who all practically know each other. There’s the hustle and bustle of a normal metropolitan city, with the wave of businessmen, school students, and business owners coming in the morning and leaving in droves in the late afternoon to early evening. Shops and eateries are everywhere along side with a small park to relax in, so that’s always a neat thing to see.

Slowly branch away from the city and you’ll find the little suburban residential neighborhoods where the other half of a small city is prominent. Children running around having fun, people walking their pets up and down the street without a care, and neighbors waved at each other from across the street. The calm life in a small city was a great thing.

Except for when the rumors spread around faster than wildfire. If one person knew, everybody knew. If you was on one person’s bad side, you were on everybody’s bad side.

They invited him over for a large dinner, and he spat in their faces and scared them off.

At least, that’s how the rumors went.

The entire neighborhood was silent. From across the street, the woman spoke in a casual tone, “You know the rule, right?”

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City of Rumors (Part Three)

There’s nothing quite like living in a small city with only a couple thousand of people who all practically know each other. There’s the hustle and bustle of a normal metropolitan city, with the wave of businessmen, school students, and business owners coming in the morning and leaving in droves in the late afternoon to early evening. Shops and eateries are everywhere along side with a small park to relax in, so that’s always a neat thing to see.

Slowly branch away from the city and you’ll find the little suburban residential neighborhoods where the other half of a small city is prominent. Children running around having fun, people walking their pets up and down the street without a care, and neighbors waved at each other from across the street. The calm life in a small city was a great thing.

Except for when the rumors spread around faster than wildfire. If one person knew, everybody knew. If you was on one person’s bad side, you were on everybody’s bad side.

They invited him over for a large dinner, and he spat in their faces and scared them off.

At least, that’s how the rumors went.

The entire neighborhood was silent. From across the street, the woman spoke in a casual tone, “You know the rule, right?”

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City of Rumors (Part Two)

There’s nothing quite like living in a small city with only a couple thousand of people who all practically know each other. There’s the hustle and bustle of a normal metropolitan city, with the wave of businessmen, school students, and business owners coming in the morning and leaving in droves in the late afternoon to early evening. Shops and eateries are everywhere along side with a small park to relax in, so that’s always a neat thing to see.

Slowly branch away from the city and you’ll find the little suburban residential neighborhoods where the other half of a small city is prominent. Children running around having fun, people walking their pets up and down the street without a care, and neighbors waved at each other from across the street. The calm life in a small city was a great thing.

Except for when the rumors spread around faster than wildfire. If one person knew, everybody knew. If you was on one person’s bad side, you were on everybody’s bad side.

They invited him over for a large dinner, and he spat in their faces and scared them off.

At least, that’s how the rumors went.

The entire neighborhood was silent. From across the street, the woman spoke in a casual tone, “You know the rule, right?”

Continue reading City of Rumors

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City of Rumors (Part One)

There’s nothing quite like living in a small city with only a couple thousand of people who all practically know each other. There’s the hustle and bustle of a normal metropolitan city, with the wave of businessmen, school students, and business owners coming in the morning and leaving in droves in the late afternoon to early evening. Shops and eateries are everywhere along side with a small park to relax in, so that’s always a neat thing to see.

Slowly branch away from the city and you’ll find the little suburban residential neighborhoods where the other half of a small city is prominent. Children running around having fun, people walking their pets up and down the street without a care, and neighbors waved at each other from across the street. The calm life in a small city was a great thing.

Except for when the rumors spread around faster than wildfire. If one person knew, everybody knew. If you was on one person’s bad side, you were on everybody’s bad side.

They invited him over for a large dinner, and he spat in their faces and scared them off.

At least, that’s how the rumors went.

The entire neighborhood was silent. From across the street, the woman spoke in a casual tone, “You know the rule, right?”

Continue reading City of Rumors

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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

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The Woman Who Breathes Death (Part One)

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.

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Pre-Screening for Romance

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

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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.”

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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?”

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