Sunday, May 26, 2013


{Note: Life's been crazy lately so sorry for not posting yesterday. Writing has also been worse than I'd like. I miss NaNo, the rush of enthusiasm, the relative ease. After this week I'll post regularly again. The spacing is weird, so try to ignore it.}

The man looks up at us with a glassy stare. We're behind schedule. I forgot about that.
"Look, we've got to go. Now." My tone is tempered steel.
"Fine." She walks ahead of me, despite the fact that she has no idea where she's going.
"Stupid job," she mutters.
"Luria, what's wrong?" Her face is pale.
"Nothing," she says brightly. "What would possibly make you think that anything is wrong?"
"Hmm. The tearstained face and bloodshot eyes rather give it away there, don't they?"
She walks faster, her shoes beating the floor. She stares at her feet, her head bowed.
"I don't want to tell you."
"Have you always been this informative, or is this a recent development?"
She shrugs. "Tell me how it feels to have your life ripped from under you so then I can laugh at you, too. It's only fair, you know."
"That's a bit melodramatic. You know, just a bit."
"Why do you work for the system, Dem? Do you go to your apartment at the end of the day and think back on your day, remembering how happy you were when you paralyzed those tens of people? Feels great, doesn't it?"
"Don't mock me," I mutter.
"If you're ashamed of your work, don't do it. If you secretly feel like you don't want to do it, why do you stand for it?"
"It's not that easy."
"Oh right, it's never that easy. I forgot how the rules didn't apply for you."


  1. "That's a bit melodramatic. You know, just a bit." Hehehe... I LIKE these two.

    1. Aww, thank you. I try.
      Now I'm off to write...

      (Seriously, how do you write so much? I can barely write 2,000 a day when I have days off! Tonight I'll be lucky if I write that much. I don't understand you...)

    2. Comfortably I only write 2.5K a day. (Right now I'm not writing anything. I'm productive like that.) I make myself go for the big word counts because I'm...a high achiever? Hehe...something like that. But I get so BORED with myself. Gosh. I have to get out and run or something or my writing drives me crazy.

    3. I don't really get bored with my writing. I could see if you're that high of an achiever, where you would get tired of it. (That didn't make sense. Sorry; I blame finals. So I'm not even going to try and change it.)

      It's good to know that you're not some super-human writer-cyborg intent on making other people's wordcounts feel very intimidated... I was worried for a second there.


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