The Lunch Room

Two work-friends discuss the meaning of their work in a small room during the last minutes of their lunch hour. (300 words)

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Black Mass

I can handle the slight shiver down my spine as I turn a corner. I don’t mind a second glance at the end of the hallway. I’m all for a skip in my heartbeat when the floorboards shriek below me as I wander downstairs into the darkness.

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