When I opened the door, he was there. He looked up for a moment, smiled, waved, and then went back to studying the screen.

I stopped back out. The sign next to the door still had my name on it. I reopened the door.

"Excuse me," I said. "I think you might be in the wrong office."

"Passive language," the man said. "We can't have that."

He said this to me as he continued to study the screen, on...

(This is a sequel to "What's with the Torch?" and "Torch the Fucking Place!")

The moment I entered my office, I knew something was wrong. I’d normally be greeted by the solemn nod of the head, or the always welcoming "good morning." But today I was greeted by frowns with the pulling back of one's head. That and mumbling from under one's breath. I initially thought there was something wrong w...

“I think you’re in the wrong…” the rest of my sentence dies in my throat.

Because the person sitting at my desk is ME.

I open and close my mouth in quick succession, still hardly believing what I’m seeing. “What’s happening? This is my-“

“My office, Charlie,” the other me says tiredly, “now, believe it or not, I’m trying to work.”

I set my briefcase beside the door, only to see an identical ...

Somehow I managed not to drop my coffee, and instead just stared, slack-jawed, at the woman sitting at my desk. She was me. She was absolutely me. I spend a lot more time than I probably should thinking about how I look to other people, and there she was - long dark hair, pale hands tapping away at the keyboard, brow furrowed and chapped lips pursed as she focuses on her reply to one of the many e...

“Anything good?” I asked and took a sip of coffee.

Other me sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“If I have to type ‘per my previous email’ one more time I might actually go find these people and hit them.”

It was a good thing I worked from home, or else two of me might be alarming.

“We both know you wouldn’t do anything like that.” The other me was always so timid, too afraid of confrontation. It was...

Creak. Click. Hiss. The floor. The key fob. The door. Welcoming hubbub suddenly dissipates into an eerie suspension of silence. Wide eyes stare. Collars shifted uneasily. Shoes scratched anxiously at the loose carpet fibres. A low cough split the tense atmosphere. The simple sound wove itself craftily into the fabric of time, adding an extra dimension.

Unable to stand the unspoken accusation of...

Cornelia walked to her office slowly, weighed down by Monday blues after a fun weekend with her family. She ran into her assistant, Walter.

“Ah, good morning, Walter!” She smiled at the thin, nervous man in front of her. “Hope you had a nice weekend. Just want a quick update on the Lopez contract, and then you can get me my espresso, with one spoon of sugar and... two, shots of cream. I’m feelin...

Shocked Jenna said,” Hello, what is your name?”

“I’m Cindy,” she said admittedly.

“Why are you doing my job?” said Jenna.

“Well…..I saw you on the street and wanted to meet you and figured no one but you would notice,” said Cindy. “Your boss isn’t here yet and I found the door unlocked sooo.”

“Do you know how to do my job? I could train you more quick then I really need a break. Then we cou...

I walked briskly into my office building, my head still smarting where I’d fallen into the mirror earlier this morning. Silly really, I missed my alarm and woken up later than usual, and in my rush to get ready for the day ahead I’d tripped head first into the beautiful antique mirror I had purchased from a quaint little shop a few days ago.

“Good morning, Janice!” I greeted the receptionist. Her ...

I walked into work. It was a normal morning. I was waving to all my colleagues then walked to my desk. But I was already there. Umm... “Get out of my desk” I said. She turned around. I examine her features. Red hair,brown eyes,freckles. She even has the same brown dress on as me! I stare at her as she starts to smile an evil smile. I can sense evil. She walk towards me.

I don’t know why I don’t r...