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March 12 : Sky

I guess I’m 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 wouldn’t say I love it, but it’s completely fine. I have a job, I make a living, I have some nice vacation hours, and hey, I got some good friends.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll 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 it’s consistent, day in and day out, I know what I need to be doing.

There’s never any fear.

But sometimes I do wonder where the sky went.

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March 11 : Mist

Living alone isn’t 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, I’ll have a nice time talking with everyone.

Though I do miss mom and dad sometimes, it’s still a little lonely living in a house like this. But it’s 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.

I’ve always followed their advice, and so far, it works, I haven’t 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.

“So what do you have to say for yourself?” asks my supervisor. She looked at me from behind a thick pair of glasses, looking not exactly mad, but still not happy “Well?”

“I’m sorry for failing my classes” I say to her “But in my time here, I have learned so much, about myself, about this place and its people”

“All the experiences I have with my host family, all the friends I’ve made, all the food I’ve tried and everything else I’ve experienced. My time here has been the best learning experience I’ve ever had”

“Then” she suddenly says “Make sure you tell your friends back in America about what you’ve done here” she says, handing me a report card full of B+’s.

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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 potter’s 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-

“Hey love” he says, looking tired “I’m really tired” he throws his messenger bag onto the beanbag chair by the door and slowly stumbles towards me.

“What is-“ I try to ask him what was wrong, but he immediately falls onto me, I struggle to stand straight “Hey babe, g-get off you’ll get clay on your clothes”

He straightens up but keeps his arm around me. “Hmmmm” he whispers “I don’t care, I feel better already”

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March 8 : Mechanic

Just my luck, my car breaks down while I’m in an unfamiliar part of town. To think that I was having such a good day…

I managed to pull over before I completely stopped, I hope no one’s 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 they’re 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 “Owner on vacation, back on Tuesday”

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March 7 : Direct

This Coke tastes really good. I should probably thank him for giving me some.

But I don’t know why anything he gives me tastes better. It’s 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 lot…

I should tell him that I guess?

“You taste good”

I don’t think that’s how I should have said that.

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March 6 : Indirect

We’ve been friends since forever, but ever since then she’s always been a bit… different. Even though we’re the same age, with me just being a couple of months ahead, she’s had trouble keeping up in terms of maturity.

In a way, she’s irresponsible, but she doesn’t know. She rarely speaks, always quiet and never interacts with us much. She’s not completely anti-social, we hang out, she does talk to people in our friend group and such… but still, there’s something weird.

Occasionally, she’d do some really childish things. Refusing to go to class because  I wasn’t there when I was sick. Stuff like that, but in the end, she’s my friend.

“You got a drink?” she asks as I walk into the classroom, I just nod “Can I have some?”

I’m sure she’d be upset if I say no, so I just go with it “Sure here you go”

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 are…

Wait isn’t 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.  The clock on my wall says I got home at five AM again.

I stumble into the bathroom. It’s dark, but I manage to do my business. I then stumble into my bedroom.

With a bit of effort, I make it. Even though I’m already home, I still feel terrible, so lightheaded…

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 on…

I can’t even bring myself to care, I’ll just sleep right here.

Not like anyone will notice that I forgot to turn them off.

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March 4 : Awake

I don’t have a job. I’m not in university either. By all definitions of the word, I am a NEET. I’ve always been somewhat lazy, but I made it through school without studying at home, so I thought I’d always be fine. I’m not…

But since I’m 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, it’s rather lonely.

But even at this ungodly hour, as I take a break from my gaming sessions, I’ll 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 it’s someone busy working, or maybe just like me, they’re goofing off. I spend many hours fantasizing about meeting that person, about who he could be, and maybe one day, I’ll work up the courage to meet him somehow.

But not today.

For all I know, I’m the only one awake.

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March 3 : Young Immortal

“And that’s why I can’t die” I say to the man next to me after my long-winded explanation “Weird isn’t it?”

“So you’re immortal eh?” he asks, I nod, “So you must’ve seen some interesting stuff right? Maybe the pyramids? Or the discovery of America? Or-“

“Oh no this happened like four years ago” I tell him “I haven’t really seen anything of note uh… yet?” he looks rather, disappointed “B-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?”

“Sure but… right now aren’t you kind of boring?”

I didn’t lose my soul just to be called boring…

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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.

“I have a full bottle of vodka in this bag” he says “And 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 months”

There is one man walking in a dark alley.

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March 1 : Hurt

“Gah son of a-“ 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. “Stupid…”

“Hey what’s up?” I ask her as I walk down “You okay?”

“Nothing” she said with a pout “I’m fine, just hit my knee on the railing” she sighs “I’m fine” again, sounding a bit angry.

“You sure?” she shoots a terrifyingly scary glance at me “Yeah I’m fine.”

So I do as I always do, I spread my arms outward, just a bit. She’s still pouting as she looks at me, she turns her head, but I can see her eyes are still looking this way. “Well?” I ask.

I feel her cheeks hit my chest, so I wrap my arms around her “Are you okay?” as I ask as I put a hand on her head

“It hurts”

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February 28 : Memes

It’s a normal day. I walk to my next class as ominous clouds threaten my afternoon. But it’s not like I’ll get to see, as I’ll 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 can’t help but get a little angry.

“Haha this reminded me of u” said the message underneath the attached image, a cat stuck in a trash can.

But even if I’m 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, she’s 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. “Ugh” I say to my empty apartment “This is why I don’t like drinking…”

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 I’m late. “Dammit” I clutch my head as another wave of pain comes over me “I’m gonna be late for work”

A weight on my bed shifts, the sheets move, a warm hand clutches me by the wrist. “It’s fine if we get to work late today…” she says softly.

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February 26 : Honest

The sounds of cheering and hollering is usually annoying, but right now it’s 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 I’ve never been a people’s person, and getting drunk tends to make people talk even more. I take my third bottle of beer and head out to the balcony.

It’s 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.

“Do I even deserve any credit for all this?” she asks no one, and I, slightly inebriated, respond, like an idiot.

“Yeah chief, you worked just hard as any of us” she jumps in surprise and turns to me, I walk up to stand by her. “Honestly, I think you work too hard sometimes”

“I-I hope you’re not just taking advantage of me because I’m drunk, you’re not getting a raise”

“Not at all chief, just being honest”

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February 25 : Write

“Thanks Dad” he says, standing from the dining room table “Want me to do the dishes?” he then asks. His father shakes his head “It’s only a plate and some spoons, go finish your coffee”

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, it’s rather bare, furniture wise, but it’s full of stuff that couldn’t 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 laptop’s 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 doesn’t seem to be anything that needed doing.

It takes him a few more moments to realize. Perhaps it’s about time he started writing.

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February 24 : Award

“And I would like to present this medal of honor to Buster” the applause following the announcement was almost deafening.

And the pride I feel was overwhelming “I raised that boy” 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.

“We got a few days off” I say to him “But after that, we’re right back to saving lives okay?” he barks excitedly, his tail wagging.

“Alright, let’s go get something to eat before we head home okay?”