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The Looming Shadow
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-=-London 1902-=-
Alfred Graph lays awake at 1:34 AM.
The air is cold and silent with nothing to interrupt but his own
Thoughts and Turmoils. He worked at a soulless job for a paper company, for the past 5 years all he did was answer calls and questions from customers, which he found quite repetitive and annoying. Always the same questions every day; “what size paper do you offer?” or “do you have it in this color?”. Many times he had thought of quitting but he has yet to find a way out. Whenever he spoke of possible raises or leaving the company he was dismissed and he was stuck in a loop of being let down.
The only interesting thing that happens in his day is when he would lay waiting for sleep to embrace him.
You see, when he waits for sleep to take hold, a shadow is visible through the corner of his eye. It stands tall motionless simply observing. Many times he has tried to distinguish a face, but it is impossible with the darkness. If he were to turn on the light, the shadow would disappear. Every night the shadow would draw closer, sometimes appearing on the other side of the room.
But never close enough to distinguish anything but the silhouette.
The tall figure would observe him without any explanation.
This would continue every night for the next 36 years.
Until one night, When the figure did not appear.
He was confused on why the figure had not come to its usual place.
This troubled Alfred, as the one interesting aspect of his miserable life had not come to join him this evening.
This continued throughout the week. Without the shadow appearing to him. The only aspect which had comforted him in those days of misery had left.
This caused him to finally stop showing up to work. 36 cruel years, in that terrible job made him realize he had wasted his life.
He set out for what little time he had left to make his life worth something. He began to write books. Fantasies in which he never had the chance to fulfill. Stories of exploring the world, traveling the vast oceans, or exploring the Jungle. He gained a following of quite a large amount, but eventually when he lay in his chamber waiting to fall asleep. He notices something out of the corner of his eye. The comforting feeling of being watched by the shadow.
The looming figure had returned after many years, but this time, He held out a hand. Alfred knew what to do as he put on his best clothes, grabbed his hat, and took the hand of the figure.
Finito
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-=-London 1902-=-
Alfred Graph lays awake at 1:34 AM.
The air is cold and silent with nothing to interrupt but his own
Thoughts and Turmoils. He worked at a soulless job for a paper company, for the past 5 years all he did was answer calls and questions from customers, which he found quite repetitive and annoying. Always the same questions every day; “what size paper do you offer?” or “do you have it in this color?”. Many times he had thought of quitting but he has yet to find a way out. Whenever he spoke of possible raises or leaving the company he was dismissed and he was stuck in a loop of being let down.
The only interesting thing that happens in his day is when he would lay waiting for sleep to embrace him.
You see, when he waits for sleep to take hold, a shadow is visible through the corner of his eye. It stands tall motionless simply observing. Many times he has tried to distinguish a face, but it is impossible with the darkness. If he were to turn on the light, the shadow would disappear. Every night the shadow would draw closer, sometimes appearing on the other side of the room.
But never close enough to distinguish anything but the silhouette.
The tall figure would observe him without any explanation.
This would continue every night for the next 36 years.
Until one night, When the figure did not appear.
He was confused on why the figure had not come to its usual place.
This troubled Alfred, as the one interesting aspect of his miserable life had not come to join him this evening.
This continued throughout the week. Without the shadow appearing to him. The only aspect which had comforted him in those days of misery had left.
This caused him to finally stop showing up to work. 36 cruel years, in that terrible job made him realize he had wasted his life.
He set out for what little time he had left to make his life worth something. He began to write books. Fantasies in which he never had the chance to fulfill. Stories of exploring the world, traveling the vast oceans, or exploring the Jungle. He gained a following of quite a large amount, but eventually when he lay in his chamber waiting to fall asleep. He notices something out of the corner of his eye. The comforting feeling of being watched by the shadow.
The looming figure had returned after many years, but this time, He held out a hand. Alfred knew what to do as he put on his best clothes, grabbed his hat, and took the hand of the figure.
Finito
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