It's a normal routine. Wake. Bathe. Eat. Sleep. On a repeat for two, three maybe four decades. Never changing. Never altering. Always the same. "Hi how are you" followed by blind agreement. It's a wonder. Why don't we rebel? We're all blinded by governments lies, bathing in blood and saliva of the hungry beast that is greed and wealth. Why don't we rebel? Why don't you say something? Go on! SAY SOMETHING!
"thats £11- Hey! Daydreamer!" The cashier with the purple streaks and strawberry bubblegum knocked me out of my trance. I stumble over words and apologise because that's what I'm programmed to do. "Yeah whatever. £11.57" he sighs and pops a bubble in my face. I already have him figured out just by looking at him. "Can you pay mate?" His words are drowned out by my assumptions. He's a bastard of a kid, smoker, single because he's a wanted man. "Hey! I'm talking to you" he rises from his seat like a soufflé in a 180 degrees oven. Theft of an automobile, yes. I remember seeing this young man in the papers, police brain scans showed he was mentally unwell when he confessed to the murder of the family dog. "Pay for gods sake!" He walked out of the till and the date hit me. April 4th 2014. The day he was convicted. He smiled and thanked someone under his breath. Who? Who was there that he thanked? Who was also smiling in the courtroom? The boy shoves me. Suddenly I'm back. Normal again. I apologise and hand him the money as he is calmed down by a hand on his shoulder. The hand of god. A new fellow. His appearance pierced that of all wrongness in the world. Chiselled features. A replica of one of Michelangelo's beautiful statues. Soothing in the way he talked, hypnotic in the way he walked. You just wanted to serve him. Kiss him. Be him. "It's time to calm down now, Raph" that was the boys name. I'm bad with names. Raphael Suttore. An immigrant from Sicily. Raph stuttered in objection but did not resist the mans persistence. He followed him into a back room. His silhouette and figure slowly getting out of eye view. It was like the world stopped when we saw that man. The door slam echoed through the store. People resuming their day to day lives as if it was code. Scripted. Like I said, Wake, Bathe, Eat, Sleep. Code never breaking. Code never ending.
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Eclipse
Mystery / ThrillerThis story focuses on ash and their confusion into what on earth is happening in their home town. Disappearances. Visits from a godlike man. Invasive dreams. It all didnt add up for Ash. But they'd still try. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains the...
