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[Nate Baker1]

Just a small story i have been writing for a bit, feel free to comment and stuff

 

My case file reads Roland Brill. I stare at it from opposite the cold table in the cold interrogation room. Before I get into all of that, I guess I should tell you the whole story. It will open eyes and enlighten you on my past. So here we go.

 

 

I sit in a cubicle, among cubicles full my working peers. They are supposed to be considered peers, but I consider them similar souls to mine. Souls who drone on day in and day out accomplishing nothing in this business we call Support Tech. Support Tech was designed for one soul purpose, support. We support society by offering credit loans.

How fun.

Id rather not get into my job right now as I am just about done here for the day. I just organize all of my so called work for the day into a file for my boss to overview.

My boss, my boss is the living grim reaper. I swear he is the most soul less person in this prison. He doesn't even have a name, its just boss. When he isn't working, which seems like all the time, he walks by and checks to see if I am working. I don't even think he works here, I think he was just programmed by someone to walk by every 5 minutes to make sure I haven't killed myself or something.

I don't know if you know, but this job can get to you. I'm not saying I would actually grab a rope or razor and do away with my self, I'm saying everyone has a breaking point.

 

Anyway, I checked my watch and it was 7:01, time to drop of my folder and leave. I always try to do this in a stealthy way, so I don't have to see that monster or worse, talk to him.

 

I rise from my chair, receiving a great back pain from sitting there countless hours. I look out from the cell and see no one. The office is so desolate when I leave. Sometimes I think I came in on a holiday or something.

 

I walk down the hall with my briefcase in one hand, file in the other. I drop it in bosses box and pick up my walking speed. I gaze ahead and see salvation, the green EXIT sign is calling my name. Every footstep seems as if I have been walking on a lonely highway for years. I'm just itching to leave, so I walk even faster. If you would have seen me, you would have thought I was running from a fire or a bomb was about to go off. I am nearing the door, when no, not now.

 

I hear the name "Roland!" shouted in my direction. I haven't heard that voice before. I stop. I turn.

It is my boss. What intrigues me is the voice. I have been working at this place for seven years. I can remember because I was introduced to it by a good friend who passed away soon after I got the job. And that was ten years ago.

But back to the point, the long period I have been here, this was the first time I had ever heard my bosses voice. Crazy huh? Well I told you he is a demon, and I don't like to converse with figures from hell. I was always told what to do by peers at my work, not my boss.

 

"Yes boss?" I say with a obvious anxiousness to leave.

"I need you to come in tomorrow"

"Its Saturday and I have plans"

I didn't have plans

"Come in regardless"

Then he walks away.

I leave.

END CHAPTER 1

Edited June 3, 2006 by Nate Baker1

[Nate Baker1]

Sorry double post, but next chapter is done and i fixed the errors the forum causes and crap

 

I arrive home at my sh*tty apartment, undue my tie, throw my briefcase on my ancient desk, and crash on the couch. Work usually isn't stressful, it just scares the hell out of me. Half the time I am working, the other half I am worrying my boss will come in with an axe and hack my head off.

You must wonder why I think so low of my boss? To tell you the truth I have no idea.

 

Whatever, I don't have to worry for another 12 hours or so. Right now sleep is the only thing on my mind. But I am forgetting my stomach is calling me. So I must consume something. That's a problem with me. I never really enjoy eating, and this in turn makes me forget to eat, and I never gain anything. I don't starve myself on purpose, I just have minimal stomach capacity.

 

So I grab a box of something, I don't know crackers or chips or something. Sometimes I don't even notice what I am consuming until I am done with it. I could be eating shards of glass and not know when my mouth is being torn into shreds of flesh until I'm done.

I finish and go get cleaned up. After the luxurious cold shower, thanks a lot apartment maintenance, I turn on the black box to see if there is anything worth watching. Usually when I come home it's the regular boring news, boring talk shows, boring everything. But tonight I was presented with a treasure like story on the local news.

 

It started off by telling me who and where this happened. I never really care who this person is, or where they work, or how many pairs of shoes they own, I just want to hear how they died or what happened to them. The news reporter says that there was a fire at an apartment building and two people were unable to escape before the fire consumed them and their home.

I didn't feel bad because the people were at least a hundred years old, and old people like that just take up space and annoy me. So good riddance, move the next tenants in I say.

I don't care how violent or disgusting the crime is, as long as a little kid or a dog is not killed, then I could care less. People who kill small children or animals deserve to be shot. Adults I don't mind, they have probably done many things to corrupt the world.

 

After watching that, I turned off the television and went to bed. Bed is an essential of every human. Sleeping is what you do for a third of your life, which seems like a waste but everyone wants it and everyone needs it. And dreams are either the best or worst part of the entire sleep. Past nights I had been having dreams of just randomness like usual. However this night it was a little more logical.

 

The dream starts out with me in the office, but the office is different. The office is endless, and still of course no people. At one end of the office was me, and the at the other, of course the spawn of Satan himself. Him in his regular outfit with a smirk on his face that could make me puke if I was actually conscious.

The middle part of the dream is a big haze for me. But the end was obviously the best part when I had the chance to slay my boss. Standing over his helpless body, made me feel as if I accomplished a full marathon race in record time. Then I woke up, but not really.

Even though I was basically out of the dream, I still was thinking about finishing it. I always do that, because I tend to wake up at the climax of a dream. What I thought about was bursting out in a hail of gunfire, going postal as people will say. Work doesn't suit me.

 

I wish I could take a endless vacation away to the beach, or somewhere when I am not bothered by a living soul. It sounds lonesome, but I think being there just enjoying the world is something I need to experience. Even if this results in me quitting my job and dropping everything else, its not like I would be leaving a world behind.

Hell even one day away from this sh*t hole of existence would do me good. I suppose this is out of the question, I am a slave to society, and all I can do is continue until my breaking point arrives..

END CHAPTER 2

[Gabriel Constantin]

Nice story. I love how you've managed to delve so deep into the character's thoughts and feelings while still keeping a sort of gentle simplicity throughout. Very clever. The subject is also something alot of people can relate with (not me, I'm not old enough to work yet), we all know that practically every working man has wanted to kill their boss at one time or another.

 

Your story reminds me somewhat of Fight Club (I've only watched the movie, not read the book). And that's a good thing.

 

Good work. Keep it up. I can't wait for the next chapter, make sure it's soon!

[Nate Baker1]

Thanks for the comments! Haha i was waiting for anything

 

Yeah Chuck Palahniuk actually wrote fight club, and several other books, and he is my fav author so i might get some of my style from him. who knows

 

Yeah Chapter 3 is don and i will post soon, thanks again!