Yay it's July 4th!!!! Here's to my favorite country in the whole wide world. This great nation of mine, the United States of America. Happy Birthday!!!
July 4, 2012
July 3, 2012
Literary Freestylin': Chapter 1
OK, I'm back. Took a longer break than I intended. As I feared, other things have bumrushed my mind and clogged my creative flow. But I said I would do it, and I will. However, it's not a full chapter. I'll say this is more of an introduction (refer to my previous post if you're clueless about what I'm talking about). I don't know, it's rough, but there might be something here. It doesn't have a name yet. I'll see how I feel as it develops. Might end up being something.
Up until Abraham Jackson started working in the communications department, Grace had enjoyed relative comfort in her daily interactions with her coworkers. No one struck her as particularly odd or even particularly interesting; they were your average office workers who mustered smiles and said hellos and goodbyes and sometimes stopped to make chit chat before continuing about their business. But Abraham, her new boss, was different. Grace picked up a strange vibe about him, one that made her doubt her sanity. It was unsettling actually. Tonya, the managing editor, knocked on Grace's cube wall that morning, full of her usual cheer, and introduced Abraham Jackson, assistant managing editor. She felt apprehensive as Abraham extended his hand to her. He said hello, nice meet you. She said the same, and mustered an uncomfortable smile, as he took longer than socially necessary to complete the handshake. Tonya then said something about his previous job, Radar Media, in Chicago. And how she'd call a formal meeting later that afternoon. That's all Grace could recall from the conversation after the two left her work space.
She sat there regaining her composure after what had just happened. While Tonya chattered away, Grace could have sworn that Abraham was saying things to her that Tonya couldn't hear. But Grace heard it. When Abraham first touched her hand, she heard a voice whisper in her ear. It was like an echo of his voice, yet it said something different than hello. It said "Long time no see, Grace. How have you been my love?"
Chapter 1
Up until Abraham Jackson started working in the communications department, Grace had enjoyed relative comfort in her daily interactions with her coworkers. No one struck her as particularly odd or even particularly interesting; they were your average office workers who mustered smiles and said hellos and goodbyes and sometimes stopped to make chit chat before continuing about their business. But Abraham, her new boss, was different. Grace picked up a strange vibe about him, one that made her doubt her sanity. It was unsettling actually. Tonya, the managing editor, knocked on Grace's cube wall that morning, full of her usual cheer, and introduced Abraham Jackson, assistant managing editor. She felt apprehensive as Abraham extended his hand to her. He said hello, nice meet you. She said the same, and mustered an uncomfortable smile, as he took longer than socially necessary to complete the handshake. Tonya then said something about his previous job, Radar Media, in Chicago. And how she'd call a formal meeting later that afternoon. That's all Grace could recall from the conversation after the two left her work space.
She sat there regaining her composure after what had just happened. While Tonya chattered away, Grace could have sworn that Abraham was saying things to her that Tonya couldn't hear. But Grace heard it. When Abraham first touched her hand, she heard a voice whisper in her ear. It was like an echo of his voice, yet it said something different than hello. It said "Long time no see, Grace. How have you been my love?"
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