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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Four)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Three)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Two)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part One)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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The Disappearance of Luka Tatsujo

The Disappearance of Luka Tatsujo

How long has it been since I had a consistent posting schedule? Three, four months? I have a bad feeling that it’s even longer than that, and the thought of that is quite… depressing.

Hey, everybody. How ya doing? How has the New Year been treating you? You staying on track with any resolutions you made, or do you not care about that kind of stuff. I hope you all are doing great. I know reading this suddenly out of the blue is like seeing a ghost right in front of you. And to be honest, I kinda feel like a ghost right now. Or more like an empty shell of who I was. Let me elaborate.

Last year I was on a good path; I had a good schedule going, I was pumping out story after story, after story, and I had a rather regular flow of how things went on with my life and posting on the website. Work was hectic, but it wasn’t too crazy to deal with. But when time went on, stress from work started getting to me, and when I mean that, it hit me like a fucking truck full of cement bricks running me over and backing up just to finish the job.

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Scrubs

Do you know what it’s like to have a literal life in the palm of your hands? Knowing that a single mistake you do can cause that single life to suddenly become a deceased life? Seeing a once warm, happy person turn into a cold, lifeless corpse is something you can never get used to.

I’ve been in that kind of industry for two decades. Imagine telling a patient that there’s a chance they won’t make it out on the other side, and the final words you hear from them are, “I trust you, doc.” It’s… a heavy hitter.

I need to unwind after work, get drunk or something.

You didn’t even savor the flavor, did you?”

Nope. Straight down the hatch.”

What the hell was that all about?” he asked.

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100 Word Story – Chest Pains (Finale)

There are things in life that are just destined or determined to be out of our control. Evolution is always going to happen, whether or not humans or animals had any major influence in the course of something changing over time. Human genetics and DNA are predetermined, from what our physical appearance will be at birth, all the way to whether we get cancer or not.

There are just some things that are meant to be out of our control, whether we like it or not.

And sometimes, personal suffering and the suffering of others will be determined for us as well. The best we can do is hope for the best and believe that we’ll live against all odds. If we live, then it was already in the cards. If we die and parish…

It was expected.

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100 Word Story – Chest Pains (Part Four)

There are things in life that are just destined or determined to be out of our control. Evolution is always going to happen, whether or not humans or animals had any major influence in the course of something changing over time. Human genetics and DNA are predetermined, from what our physical appearance will be at birth, all the way to whether we get cancer or not.

There are just some things that are meant to be out of our control, whether we like it or not.

And sometimes, personal suffering and the suffering of others will be determined for us as well. The best we can do is hope for the best and believe that we’ll live against all odds. If we live, then it was already in the cards. If we die and parish…

It was expected.

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100 Word Story – Chest Pains (Part Three)

There are things in life that are just destined or determined to be out of our control. Evolution is always going to happen, whether or not humans or animals had any major influence in the course of something changing over time. Human genetics and DNA are predetermined, from what our physical appearance will be at birth, all the way to whether we get cancer or not.

There are just some things that are meant to be out of our control, whether we like it or not.

And sometimes, personal suffering and the suffering of others will be determined for us as well. The best we can do is hope for the best and believe that we’ll live against all odds. If we live, then it was already in the cards. If we die and parish…

It was expected.

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100 Word Story – Chest Pains (Part Two)

There are things in life that are just destined or determined to be out of our control. Evolution is always going to happen, whether or not humans or animals had any major influence in the course of something changing over time. Human genetics and DNA are predetermined, from what our physical appearance will be at birth, all the way to whether we get cancer or not.

There are just some things that are meant to be out of our control, whether we like it or not.

And sometimes, personal suffering and the suffering of others will be determined for us as well. The best we can do is hope for the best and believe that we’ll live against all odds. If we live, then it was already in the cards. If we die and parish…

It was expected.

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100 Word Story – Chest Pains (Part One)

There are things in life that are just destined or determined to be out of our control. Evolution is always going to happen, whether or not humans or animals had any major influence in the course of something changing over time. Human genetics and DNA are predetermined, from what our physical appearance will be at birth, all the way to whether we get cancer or not.

There are just some things that are meant to be out of our control, whether we like it or not.

And sometimes, personal suffering and the suffering of others will be determined for us as well. The best we can do is hope for the best and believe that we’ll live against all odds. If we live, then it was already in the cards. If we die and parish…

It was expected.

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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.

* * * * *

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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