M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 142
March 6, 2018
From Across The Hall – 6
Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...
March 5, 2018
From Across The Hall – 5
Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...
March 4, 2018
From Across The Hall – 4
Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...
March 3, 2018
From Across The Hall – 3
Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...
March 2, 2018
From Across The Hall – 2
Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...
March 1, 2018
From Across The Hall – 1
Ruben’s late for work again.
He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.
A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...
February 28, 2018
Upcoming story…
Hello!
Instead of working through all the pieces of writing I’m supposed to be working on, I wrote an advent-calendar-style story that will be posting every day of March. Its only relation to an advent calendar is that it’s posting every day; I’m sorry that I can’t shove chocolate through the screen at you along with the post.
The story is short, I think around 9k, and it’s what we in the fanfic world like to call fluff (note to self: must look up if that’s an actual term for other forms of w...
The Building
This building is old. It has worn many identities, been both home and safe haven, yet also a horror for some of its occupants. There have been fights, failings, fortunes, and famines. Laughter, love, and so much life. But there has also been death, and despair, the everyday demands of what it is to be living. The building has seen so much, that it is almost as though the building lives itself.
Some people remain with the building. Walk its halls, peer out its windows, long after they have liv...
Nothing More
It’s the wind. It’s the extractor fan rattling, a stiff breeze coming in through the closed front door. The cold whisper over your shoulders nothing more than a blast of cold air.
It’s the building. It’s the neighbours shuffling furniture, the brickwork expanding in the sun’s heat, poor workmanship that’s led to uneven, creaky floors. The knock on the desk beside you nothing more than its wood settling.
It’s you. Your overactive imagination sees shadows when there are none. Your irrational th...
