A Little Less Than Home
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In the break room at work there is a constant squeaking noise that seems to originate from the vents (although no one can really agree to where it really comes from). The noise sounds like an odd cross between amplified mice chattering and people playing basketball on a newly polished court. Since the noise was only mild in nature, no one really paid any attention to it.
Until it got louder.
It wasn’t deafening, but it was starting to get annoying. Day after day it just got louder and louder, until finally, after weeks of this, one of the managers called in a service request to investigate what was creating the awful noise.
The maintenance man came by yesterday. He seemed unfazed by the squeaking, and crawled into the vent as an audience watched from below.
A few minutes later. the maintenance man, pale faced, came out with something in his gloved hand. None of us got a real good look at what it was, although the rumors around the office have claimed it was anywhere between a clump of dirt to a human bone.
Weirdly enough, a few moments later, a security officer came into the room and asked for us to leave, even though no one recalls security ever being called.
It definitely created a buzz around the office, but as per usual, it only took a few hours before the excitement wore down and we continued on with the monotony of our day.
However, I came into work today and found that it was surrounded by emergency vehicles. We were allowed in the building and to work, but any person trying to get into the break room was stopped by a still unrecognized security officer.
The rumors in the office are that the few people who have been able to get close, report that squeaking only got louder.
A little girl in my 4th grade class came up to me after recess and said, “I got married at recess!” and I said “Oh? I didn’t know anyone was ordained under the age of twelve.” and she asked me what ordained meant and I explained and then she said “Oh, well, no, my wife and I were married by the slide, but we’ll be happy together anyway.”
So apparently on school playgrounds, slides are already legalizing same-sex marriage.
I got a new 2013 Hyundai Elantra.
It’s black and about to have a red pinstripe.
I named him Tony Stark.
(I’m not sorry.)
The Big Four as The Avengers (Kind Of)
change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Juha Arvid Helminen’s Shadow People and Invisible Empire
Hellooooooo 2 am inspiration. Incredible.
Terrified. But AMAZING.
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When I catch my pencil from falling:
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