Stockroom

For someone who hates big corporations as much as I do, closing for one of them on a Friday night seems really ironic to me. I mean, I'm a teenager! I should be sneaking into[…]

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The wood

It was cold. I lay hidden behind the bush close to the grassy path lining through the dark wood, it was my fifth night waiting. Often times a man or a group would walk past,[…]

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Waiting

She entered the pub at the exact same time she had every Friday, she arrived at the same time left at the same time and had the same amount of the same drink every Friday[…]

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