Along the Way

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Who doesn’t love Sunday mornings? Well, Zoe sure did. Nothing to do, she could wake up at any time she liked – even tough she always woke early, damn habits – and, best of all, she could enjoy the long and hearty breakfast she never had time to on weekdays. That’s where she was on that particular Sunday morning. Her bed was in the exact same state as when she rose at an unfriendly 7 AM, as was her hair, an unkempt mess, her beautiful curly twirls spawning in every direction in a shape she didn’t dare look at – she made a point of avoiding mirrors in mornings like that. She didn’t want to tame her mane unless she had to. And the only thing she had to do that morning was nothing. Continue reading

The Word

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“Man, this looks good!”, thought Ryan when he was finished. Sure, black wasn’t his colour, the hat heated his head like hell, and don’t even get started on the pantyhose, but the person in the mirror wasn’t him. It was his emo-gothic-whatever sister, down to dark crimson nail polish and the pale complexion enriched with dark lipstick and eye shades. When he started playing around with Emma’s closet, he expected a close resemblance, but achieved utter perfection. Continue reading

A Grain of Sand

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Much to the surprise of his family, who thought he would never take an interest in that kind of amusement, Little Tommy woke up early and went to the beach. And he got the toy shovel and bucket with him! It was the first time he spontaneously approached anything childlike. Digging holes in the sand, who would thought? Well, not just any holes, of course. Tommy spent the whole day working on an incredibly intricate design, perfectly round holes of different sizes, connected by straight grooves and organic ridges, all carefully spread through an area the size of a small house. Continue reading

Intervention

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It is hard explaining what I do to others. They want details I’m not only unable to give, but also forbidden to. Confidentiality clauses. But even if I could tell everything, it would most likely raise more questions than before. Simply put, I save companies. I intervene when things are going downhill for a while, I put things in order and give a way for the company to stay afloat for a while. But I’m not just a consultant, not anymore. Continue reading

Paradox

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That was the worst way to wake up. Mid-dream, a loud thump coming from the living room made Megan jump in her bed, the mind confused between the nice images she was coming from and the darkness of the room, the heart racing from the fright, breathing hard as if she just ran a sprint. Moments in that semi-awake state and she wasn’t even sure there was a noise after all. Continue reading