Endless Cycle

So hungry, so tired. Forced to go on. The enemy must not win. Pushing harder, bearing teeth and clenching fists. The young ones are scared, the others watch the struggle. There was so much it took to be here, now, and so far it was always victory. But now it is harder, and the enemy is so much stronger than ever before. Bare flesh and fur matted with blood. Falling. The enemy leaps for that soft spot and bites. Hard.
"I'm saying you're fired, Tom."
"After everything I've done for the company? You're just fucking firing me!?"
"We base ourselves on what's going on now, and right now that means you're fired. Get your stuff and get out or I'm calling security."
"Fuck you, Knells."
Tom grabbed his suitcase and the few little belongings that littered his cubicle and left.
"THIS IS SO BULLSHIT!"
Only empty white hallways heard.

It didn't go over well with the family. It went about as well as the job. Tom was too angry at his wife for not supporting him. Tom was not living in this house anymore, this was sure. They were getting a divorce, this was sure. They just hadn't gone through the symbols and motions yet to validate to their minds what was already in their hearts. Walking around town at night was dangerous, but what choice did he have?
The mugger came from the alleyway, spinning Tom around and twitching a small knife in front of him.
"Money. All you got. Now."
And Tom swung his fist directly into it's
furry jaw, sending it sprawling across the grass. It had expected an easy kill. Bleeding and limping and cold. But fight was still left inside, so much anger. Pouncing on it, biting down on the soft spot as hard as possible, and then pulling back, tearing. Blood was pouring.
Bent down and eating, time to replenish strength that was lost. Time to rest. When rest is done, reclamation will begin.

The sun blared through like static through headphones, raping Tom's mind with it's golden rays. Alcohol lubes the cogs of the mind going down, and dries the joints going back up, letting your brain grind against itself dry. Normally this morning would be recovery for Tom, but Tom had too much to do. First, he was going to go back to his home (house) and settle it. Then, he would march to his job and demand it back, or else he'd expose some dirty company secrets.







Rain rains down. Pain does not allow for walking. Retrieving them did not work. Killing failed. Lying in the field, death is near.
Tom finally broke and begged for a dollar on the street. People walked on by, ignorant and deaf. Tom was nothing now.












The story you have heard is based on true events. Names of cavemen and animals have been changed to protect the innocent.

Haven't slept yet

Can't sleep got too much to do slacked off too much now winter's come and the bastards are coming to collect and I can't afford the price of having nothing yet I'm here procrastinating. Amazing.