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Suited no more.

Just a few moments ago, he was a 18 yo student, with the prospect of a career in a fancy office.

Well, now it's not so suited for such a context.

Actually, he won't be suited at all.

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A few moments ago he was a college student

with a promising career and brilliant future. Now he’s bald, bearded and with no other future than that of a laborer for road repairing sites. Find out what happened to him and to other former polished guys on Collar Chronicles. The next one might be you.

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From White Collar to Blue Collar: A Journey Lived Firsthand (And Why I’ve Been Away)

Hello, dear readers of Collar Chronicles.

First off, I want to apologize for my recent silence here. Life took a dramatic, unexpected turn that I didn’t see coming. The past month has been a whirlwind, filled with a transformation that, until now, I had only envisioned through my characters. This time, though, the shift from white-collar to blue-collar living didn’t just happen on paper—it became my own reality.

For years, I was embedded in an environment that seemed, on the surface, prestigious and secure. But beneath that polished exterior lay a toxic culture, constantly demanding higher performance and tearing down my efforts. Every contribution, every attempt to bring something new to the table was scrutinized and criticized. Then came the final straw—a particularly biting insult that cut deeper than any before. In that moment, I realized I was done. I left, quite literally slamming the door behind me.

This wasn’t just an emotional or symbolic shift. In a twist of fate, I found myself working as a laborer under a former master— an architect—who had previously introduced me to the ropes of a more hands-on trade. Strange as it may sound, embracing this change has offered a kind of fulfillment I hadn’t experienced in ages. There’s a grounding clarity in physical work, and each day spent in the fresh air, building something tangible, has felt like a breath of fresh life. I’m now tasting the reality of a blue-collar existence, and, at least for now, it’s brought a sense of balance and satisfaction that I needed.

This journey has sparked so many new ideas for Collar Chronicles, and I can’t wait to share them. You can expect fresh, raw stories, with a newfound authenticity that only comes from living the narrative myself. And along with these stories, I’ll be experimenting with how they’re told—bringing more life, more truth, and a few surprises to keep things exciting.

Thank you for your patience. A flood of new tales awaits, and I promise, they’ll be worth the wait.

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👔 Martin, a sleek businessman, finds himself on a routine bus ride home—a decision that alters the course of his life forever.

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Can’t you mop any faster?

Ethan, a young and ambitious professional, was hurrying to his office, dressed impeccably in his tailored suit and polished shoes. He paused for a moment in the building lobby and noticed Hank, the middle-aged janitor, mopping the floor. Ethan’s eyes narrowed with disdain as he called out, “Hey, old man, can’t you mop any faster? Some of us have real jobs to get to.”

Hank, accustomed to such remarks, simply sighed and continued his work. Ethan smirked and walked away, feeling superior. However, as he took the elevator up to his office, something strange started happening [read the full story on Patreon]

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This is happening, boy.

Look how your clothes are becoming those of a dirty construction worker. That tie is going to disappear.

Enjoy your last walk here at the office, your colleagues are enjoying your downfall.

Tomorrow, you’ll walk on road repairing sites. And there you will stay for the rest of your life.

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You look confused

Why so?

Is it for… [ read his story on patreon ]

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MANNZ STYLEZ

Ever walked into a barbershop and walked out a whole different man? Not metaphorically. We're talking tattoos you didn’t have, muscles that feel like they’ve worked a decade of overtime, and memories that aren’t yours — until they are.

💈 A flickering neon sign. 🪞 A barber with hands like cinder blocks. ⚒️ A transformation you never asked for… but can’t undo.

From white collar to blue collar. From “just a trim” to "Mate, it’s hot as hell today…”

One wrong haircut, and your life isn’t yours anymore.

👉 Read it now on Collar Chronicles. But be warned — you might not recognize yourself by the end.

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Too late to complain

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A new grindr filter

Liam was your average tech-savvy twink, skinny, smooth-skinned, and always seen in front of his computer screen. Working as an IT specialist, he spent his days debugging code and his nights immersed in the digital world. One evening, out of curiosity and boredom, Liam downloaded Grindr, the popular dating app. As he scrolled through the profiles, he noticed a new filter option: "Tradies." Intrigued, he selected it and was prompted with a mysterious message: "Experience the life of a tradie. Accept?"

Without thinking much, Liam clicked "Accept." Immediately, he felt [continue to read the story here]

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His true dna.

A software developer discovers his true destiny, written in his DNA.

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Once, you were a person of elegance

Once, you were a person of elegance, your identity etched in the soft curves of sophistication and the gentle touch of nobility. However, in my dominion, your defiance was a stain that needed cleansing. As your master, the decision fell upon me to rewrite the narrative of your existence, to sculpt you into a form that beheld lessons of humility and submission.

The sun cast a final warm glow before dipping below the horizon, signifying the onset of your transformation. Your desperation was palpable as you struggled against the unseen forces that bound you to this fate, but your cries for mercy found no refuge. The chill of the night mirrored the cold inevitability that dawned upon you.

As I approached, the unseen power I wielded began its work, reshaping your reality with every step I took. The first to change were your clothes. The silk and soft fabrics shredded away, replaced by the rough, worn garments of a binman. I saw your eyes widen with each tear of fabric, a silent plea for mercy that went unanswered.

Then came the metamorphosis of your flesh. Muscle coiled around your limbs, hardening and expanding with a life of its own.

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Hiding won’t save you

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. Hiding in the shadows won't save you, my friend.

No dark corner can shield you from the fate that’s creeping up on you.

You think your slick suits and smooth deals can protect you?

Think again. The […]

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From numbers to bricks

A stressed accountant confesses his discomfort to a construction worker ending up as his helper.

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