The Office Menagerie - An Introduction
June 10, 2010A vegetarian Cougar. A male Bitch of a monkey. A motherly(?) Snake. A Pig of a Walrus. Yet another Walrus, this time a trying-hard Hippie. A pack of hyenas that can’t get their act together when it counts.
These and more, you shall meet, in The Office Menagerie! *dundundunddddduuuuunnnnn*
[N-Shots][Bipolar] Antebellum (Part 2 of 3)
February 27, 2010
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The End of Forever: He bent his head over the glass of brandy in front of him and sighed. He’s not really a drinker; he’s just hoping people would take it that the his bloodshot bleary eyes is just from the brandy. But, he bemusedly thought, the taste is so apt - bitter and the promise of a headache later. |
The End of Forever: She was waiting for her best friend to come to this bar far from town; she was silently grateful for the isolation offered by the bar’s dark corner booth where she stayed. At least it would take a lot of effort to see and ask about her swollen eyes. |
[One-shot] The Christmas Party
December 28, 2009
(Play the audio while reading for kicks. I conceptualized this as a one-act play of sorts - A/N)
That introduction gave the promise of an entire night of inner torture for him.
“Oh, this is Cathy, my friend. She’ll be joining the party later.” She motioned to the person sitting beside her. Cathy stood up, shook hands with him and sat back down perfunctorily; her eyes transitioning in a split-second from a glare (to him) that one would usually associate to a mama bear with threatened cubs behind her to coquettish doe eyes (to her) with a silent… hunger, he thought, for lack of a better term.
Fine, arguably he may have just imagined it; considering he’s got a rather imaginative mind that wasn’t a too-remote an observation. On the other hand, his gaydar hasn’t failed him yet, and the abovementioned gaydar is twinging like mad when he looks at Cathy and her. Oh. Shit.
“Guys, are we going or not?” Their officemate beckoned towards the door.
[N-Shots][Bipolar] Antebellum (Part 1 of 3)
June 30, 2009
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Present day: He looked across the table into her eyes, those clear brown pools of wit and humor that never failed to brighten up the shittiest of days whenever he sees them looking, waiting for him to get out of the office. They were still as clear as before, but he wondered why there’s this sense of tiredness in them. Mentally *tsk*-ing, he shook off the concern that surfaced after a long slumber. It was an unwelcome yet very familiar sentiment, and he didn’t know what to do with it other than to force it back to his subconscious where it belonged. |
Present day: She once again looked into those dark eyes that she once loved looking into during rainy afternoons while curled up against one another on the couch. It was as if she was staring into this deep, dark strange well where a warm and comforting feeling never fails to seep into whoever was looking in. Some things do never change, she bemusingly thought as a small smile fought to escape her self-control. She did succeed in squashing the smile, but the smile had the last laugh by opening up a long-locked-up vault of memories. |
[N-Shots][Prometheus] The Rise of Prometheus (Part 1 of 3)
May 26, 2009Man, contrary to what most humans think, still share at least one primal fear with the lower animals even in this day and age of computers, materialism and the sense of absolute control over the world - the fear of fire. Over history, Man has found ways to control this source of fear and use it to do their own bidding; using it as an efficient tool for shaping the world while holding it as far away as they can, Man is painfully aware of fire’s at-best-unpredictable nature. From campfires that drove away nocturnal hunters hungry for human flesh during the the Stone Age, to the iron cannons that lobbed steel and flame over long distances during the Renaissance to the atomic bombs that leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki, fire in its many forms forged the world in the vision of its still-wary wielder while everyone else cowered in fear. And that fear was what he was banking on.
Very creative writing style, I like it.
