Works of Fire

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I’m sitting here, staring at my keyboard thinking about what the fuck I should write today. I haven’t come up with any answers. Nothing exciting happened, and I’m starting to feel the after effects of caffeine and flying. I drank enough caffeine to give me a buzz, but I wasted the buzz by talking to colleagues. I didn’t write much during the golden period, and I’m now struggling. Maybe I need to draw more monsters.

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Rachel wasn’t happy when found what she was looking for by the men’s bathroom. A metal filing cabinet lay on its side, the drawers opened and papers scattered around it. There was nobody near the cabinet, and when she glanced down the surrounding hallways, she found nobody. They must have tipped the cabinet and ran away. Why would they drag it here just to tip it over? This had to be what was making the noise before. The first dragging bang, and then the crashing bang. But why this cabinet and why here?

Rachel chewed her hair and examined the cabinet. I have work to do and I worry about this prank. Rachel walked back to her office and sat in front of her computer.

Today's Monster:

And some failed experiments: 1, 2, 3, and 4.

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