My footsteps echoed through the metalic hallway as I flipped though 200 pages of material so boring it made me want to jump ship.
Ugh. This is going to take me eons to get through. Even the tri-dimention reality emulations were dull. At least I got to leave class early, I guess.
I barely looked down to swipe my room key, "Fif, help me out with this would yo–"
The book left my hand mid-script, ...
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Individuality is a made up concept by over-evolved monkeys who think they're the centre of the universe, if you ask me. As if the human experience is the only one that could possibly matter. Time works like this, the definition of life is that. It's selfish–and just embarassing. The need for control of everything in sight, the relentless striving to replicate what's already present... Always missi...
"Okay, pro: Free food."
She's got a point there.
"Con: Madison Rivers." I say, scrunching my nose. She's always hated my guts. I'd call her homophobic, but this actually all started from when I still thought babies came from storks.
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Spring-loaded doors slam shut
Locked from the inside.
70, 80, 90 years each.
Barreling forward
Lost.
Never content.
An intrinsic need
for something intangible.
Just out of reach.
Something less lonely
than 7 billion people.
Homesick, for a place unrecalled.
Always on the tip of the tongue.
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“So, what then? What’s the plan?”
“It doesn’t concern you.”
“Well, I’m coming, so it does.”
He stopped his angry march down the path and spun around.
“Like Hell you are,” he spit, cross-armed. I stared at my brother, crossing my own arms in protest. We looked more like twins in that moment than we had since the womb.
“Go home.” He started walking again.
“Make me.” I followed behind.
“I’ll...
God, I’ve got to quit this job. I hate it here. I hate it here. I hate it here. “I’ve got one tall caramel macchiato for Jessica!” This is the worst job. People suck. “Thank you! Take care.” We’re short staffed. Our manager is passive aggressively giving us side eye for not smiling enough. “Have a great day!” I would do anything to get the Hell out of here. “Hey there!” Why is it always so busy? “...
“Woe is me” she said mockingly, the back of her hand on her forehead.
“Shut. up.” I glared at my sister with a look that I hoped cut through her laugh. It didn’t.
“Oh, I’m so hard done by! What a hard-knock life!”
“Fucking stop.” I raised, slamming my fist on the table. I knew better than to complain to her in the first place, she never takes anything seriously. How did I ever expect her to fee...
“Nope. No way. Not a chance.” I countered, determined to shut down whatever this was immediately.
“Aw, why not sister?” He teased.
First, he shows up— completely unannounced, I should add— going on about how he heard my promise (as if I’ve so much as uttered his name in the past century). Now he’s asking me to come to Hell with him?! Absolutely not.
“Because this is ridiculous!” I burst, a litt...
