March 12 : Sky
I guess Iām what most will call a wage slave.
I work a desk job, nine-to-five, minimum wage. But to an extent I like it, I wouldnāt say I love it, but itās completely fine. I have a job, I make a living, I have some nice vacation hours, and hey, I got some good friends.
Donāt get me wrong, Iāll admit that it does get monotonous sometimes. Wake up, get to work, have lunch, get back to work, go home and goof off. But even at least itās consistent, day in and day out, I know what I need to be doing.
Thereās never any fear.
But sometimes I do wonder where the sky went.
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March 11 : Mist
Living alone isnāt as bad as people say. Our house is a rustic little thing in the corner of some nice, flat plains. Though far from neighbors, I know everybody in our little community. Whenever I would drive out to get some groceries or sell some produce, Iāll have a nice time talking with everyone.
Though I do miss mom and dad sometimes, itās still a little lonely living in a house like this. But itās quiet, the views are amazing, the animals are nice company sometimes.
But I never did forget what my parents told me.
When the mist comes.
Lock the doors, close the windows, draw the curtains, turn out all the lights and go to sleep.
Iāve always followed their advice, and so far, it works, I havenāt been taken yet.
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March 10 : Failed
An overseas exchange student has so many opportunities to learn. Being in a foreign culture, at a new, refreshing place. It should be a great way to study.
But as I walk into the faculty office, I feel nothing but shame.
After all I failed every single class I had this semester.
āSo what do you have to say for yourself?ā asks my supervisor. She looked at me from behind a thick pair of glasses, looking not exactly mad, but still not happy āWell?ā
āIām sorry for failing my classesā I say to her āBut in my time here, I have learned so much, about myself, about this place and its peopleā
āAll the experiences I have with my host family, all the friends Iāve made, all the food Iāve tried and everything else Iāve experienced. My time here has been the best learning experience Iāve ever hadā
āThenā she suddenly says āMake sure you tell your friends back in America about what youāve done hereā she says, handing me a report card full of B+ās.
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March 9 : Care
I started pottery as a hobby a few weeks back, as a break from all the painting. I have my own potterās wheel in my studio now.
Just as I finish a pot, the door swings open. The door is always locked, and the only other person with the key is-
āHey loveā he says, looking tired āIām really tiredā he throws his messenger bag onto the beanbag chair by the door and slowly stumbles towards me.
āWhat is-ā I try to ask him what was wrong, but he immediately falls onto me, I struggle to stand straight āHey babe, g-get off youāll get clay on your clothesā
He straightens up but keeps his arm around me. āHmmmmā he whispers āI donāt care, I feel better alreadyā
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March 8 : Mechanic
Just my luck, my car breaks down while Iām in an unfamiliar part of town. To think that I was having such a good dayā¦
I managed to pull over before I completely stopped, I hope no oneās to bothered by my car here. I look around for a bit, but then I realize, maybe I am rather lucky. I just happen to be in front of an auto shop.
The garage doors were closed, but I knock on the door, perhaps theyāre just out for lunch.
No response.
I knock again. No response.
I try to peer inside through a window, but my vision is obscured by a piece of paper taped on from the inside.
It read āOwner on vacation, back on Tuesdayā
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March 7 : Direct
This Coke tastes really good. I should probably thank him for giving me some.
But I donāt know why anything he gives me tastes better. Itās always been like that, maybe I should tell him that too. In fact, anything he does for me feels so much better, and I rely on him a lotā¦
I should tell him that I guess?
āYou taste goodā
I donāt think thatās how I should have said that.
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March 6 : Indirect
Weāve been friends since forever, but ever since then sheās always been a bitā¦ different. Even though weāre the same age, with me just being a couple of months ahead, sheās had trouble keeping up in terms of maturity.
In a way, sheās irresponsible, but she doesnāt know. She rarely speaks, always quiet and never interacts with us much. Sheās not completely anti-social, we hang out, she does talk to people in our friend group and suchā¦ but still, thereās something weird.
Occasionally, sheād do some really childish things. Refusing to go to class because Ā I wasnāt there when I was sick. Stuff like that, but in the end, sheās my friend.
āYou got a drink?ā she asks as I walk into the classroom, I just nod āCan I have some?ā
Iām sure sheād be upset if I say no, so I just go with it āSure here you goā
Our friends turn to look at me as if I was crazy. She takes the can and puts it up to her lips to take a drink.
You know I never noticed that her lips areā¦
Wait isnāt that a-
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March 5 : Asleep
I loosen my tie as I walk into my apartment. The light switch is too far up the wall for me to even care about. Ā The clock on my wall says I got home at five AM again.
I stumble into the bathroom. Itās dark, but I manage to do my business. I then stumble into my bedroom.
With a bit of effort, I make it. Even though Iām already home, I still feel terrible, so lightheadedā¦
Even with all my strength, I lose my balance and fall to the wall, hitting the dreaded light switch. The fluorescent lights come to life, blinding my tired, weary eyes.
Now blinded and dying, I limply fall onto my bed, still in my shirtsleeves, my shoes still on my aching feet. The lights are still onā¦
I canāt even bring myself to care, Iāll just sleep right here.
Not like anyone will notice that I forgot to turn them off.
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March 4 : Awake
I donāt have a job. Iām not in university either. By all definitions of the word, I am a NEET. Iāve always been somewhat lazy, but I made it through school without studying at home, so I thought Iād always be fine. Iām notā¦
But since Iām the only daughter of an affluent family, I manage to get by. I have my own place, I work a rather boring online job, and I can play or watch whatever I want whenever I want.
Still, itās rather lonely.
But even at this ungodly hour, as I take a break from my gaming sessions, Iāll go out onto the balcony of my apartment and feel the cold morning wind on my face, and almost always will I see that familiar sight.
A single lit window in a sea of darkness.
Perhaps itās someone busy working, or maybe just like me, theyāre goofing off. I spend many hours fantasizing about meeting that person, about who he could be, and maybe one day, Iāll work up the courage to meet him somehow.
But not today.
For all I know, Iām the only one awake.
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March 3 : Young Immortal
āAnd thatās why I canāt dieā I say to the man next to me after my long-winded explanation āWeird isnāt it?ā
āSo youāre immortal eh?ā he asks, I nod, āSo you mustāve seen some interesting stuff right? Maybe the pyramids? Or the discovery of America? Or-ā
āOh no this happened like four years agoā I tell him āI havenāt really seen anything of note uhā¦ yet?ā he looks rather, disappointed āB-but like maybe a thousand years from now when the pyramids are in ruins and I can be the one to tell how it all looks like yeah?ā
āSure butā¦ right now arenāt you kind of boring?ā
I didnāt lose my soul just to be called boringā¦
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March 2 : Vodka
There are two men walking in a dark alley.
One was carrying a plastic bag of groceries, the other, a knife. Each step of one was matched by the other, keeping their distance constant.
Only a few meters apart, the man ahead stops.
āI have a full bottle of vodka in this bagā he says āAnd if you, in any way shape or form, impede my ability to finish it by tonight, you will be drinking your meals for the next six monthsā
There is one man walking in a dark alley.
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March 1 : Hurt
āGah son of a-ā I hear from the living room. I stand from my chair and head to check it out.
I see her angrily standing at the bottom of the stairs. āStupidā¦ā
āHey whatās up?ā I ask her as I walk down āYou okay?ā
āNothingā she said with a pout āIām fine, just hit my knee on the railingā she sighs āIām fineā again, sounding a bit angry.
āYou sure?ā she shoots a terrifyingly scary glance at me āYeah Iām fine.ā
So I do as I always do, I spread my arms outward, just a bit. Sheās still pouting as she looks at me, she turns her head, but I can see her eyes are still looking this way. āWell?ā I ask.
I feel her cheeks hit my chest, so I wrap my arms around her āAre you okay?ā as I ask as I put a hand on her head
āIt hurtsā
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February 28 : Memes
Itās a normal day. I walk to my next class as ominous clouds threaten my afternoon. But itās not like Iāll get to see, as Iāll be in a classroom for the next few hours. I slip on my earphones and start walking.
Music is not something I actively enjoy, rather, I just let it play and distract my subconscious as I focus on remembering where my next class is or trying to recall some more information before a test. But sometimes, I do like just mindlessly walking while the music occupies all of my thoughts.
The music is calming, it makes the fatigue melt away as-
The music is interrupted by a message. The sudden tone causes me to stop walking and check it. After unlocking my phone, I canāt help but get a little angry.
āHaha this reminded me of uā said the message underneath the attached image, a cat stuck in a trash can.
But even if Iām a bit miffed that my music got interrupted, I still feel a little happy, to know that at this random hour on this random day, sheās thinking about me.
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February 27 : Hangover
Gah. My head hurts, the windows are blurred out by droplets of water and the sound of rain still pounds the streets outside. āUghā I say to my empty apartment āThis is why I donāt like drinkingā¦ā
I look around, the lights are off and the gray skies barely give any clarity into my dark bedroom. On the my nightstand was a cheap digital clock, the red lines are among the few things I can see.
And all it tells me is that Iām late. āDammitā I clutch my head as another wave of pain comes over me āIām gonna be late for workā
A weight on my bed shifts, the sheets move, a warm hand clutches me by the wrist. āItās fine if we get to work late todayā¦ā she says softly.
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February 26 : Honest
The sounds of cheering and hollering is usually annoying, but right now itās rather relaxing. After a long, grueling grind, we finally finished production, and now the higher ups are paying for a grand old celebration.
A whole bunch of food and a whole bunch of booze just brought right into our office. But Iāve never been a peopleās person, and getting drunk tends to make people talk even more. I take my third bottle of beer and head out to the balcony.
Itās a relatively small area, just a couple of small tables and some chairs, no one ever uses it except me. But tonight somebody was there.
I hear the clang of a bottle hitting the metal railing, and I see a familiar figure that I admittedly stare at too often. A black blazer is hung on the chair right next to the tall, short-haired woman. A breeze crawls through the area and as her jet-black hair falls back down, I hear her talk.
āDo I even deserve any credit for all this?ā she asks no one, and I, slightly inebriated, respond, like an idiot.
āYeah chief, you worked just hard as any of usā she jumps in surprise and turns to me, I walk up to stand by her. āHonestly, I think you work too hard sometimesā
āI-I hope youāre not just taking advantage of me because Iām drunk, youāre not getting a raiseā
āNot at all chief, just being honestā
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February 25 : Write
āThanks Dadā he says, standing from the dining room table āWant me to do the dishes?ā he then asks. His father shakes his head āItās only a plate and some spoons, go finish your coffeeā
He nods, takes his coffee mug and a coaster, then walks to his room. He flicks a switch up and the lights come to life. He looks around, itās rather bare, furniture wise, but itās full of stuff that couldnāt be put elsewhere.
A few steps away was his desk. He sets down his drink and takes a seat. With a quick shake of the mouse, the laptopās screen lights up, revealing a somewhat empty desktop.
After a quick sip, he brings his chair closer, straightens his back, and gets ready.
But ready to what?
He looks at his whiteboard, and then his corkboard. He just recently finished a big project, so both are empty. He checks his notes, but there doesnāt seem to be anything that needed doing.
It takes him a few more moments to realize. Perhaps itās about time he started writing.
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February 24 : Award
āAnd I would like to present this medal of honor to Busterā the applause following the announcement was almost deafening.
And the pride I feel was overwhelming āI raised that boyā I say to the person sitting next to me, I doubt he cares.
It took a few more minutes before the whole ceremony is over and as the crowd dispersed, I walk out back with Buster.
āWe got a few days offā I say to him āBut after that, weāre right back to saving lives okay?ā he barks excitedly, his tail wagging.
āAlright, letās go get something to eat before we head home okay?ā
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