short story
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The Job Interview
I’m sorry, Joink, but I can’t give you this job. You’re too happy to be a clown. Being one isn’t about going to clown school, cheering up a bunch of sick kids in the hospital, blowing balloons or doing cartwheels. It’s so much more than that. There’s a certain depth to this life that only… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 2 You hardly sleep that night. It’s one thing to be ostracised; another to be mentally ill, but it’s terrifying to be both. You didn’t ask for this. Your friends deserted you the moment you dropped out of college, deeming you a layabout or a loser with no ambition who’ll… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 2)
Part 1 Part 1.5 Pinky’s Burger House had this quaint-coffeeshop-ensconced-in-the-mountains ambiance. While I flipped burgers and served fries, I wondered if I’d made the right choice trusting Mr Pink (the owner). What was I going to get, working 9-4, wearing a greasy apron, a fading pink jacket with a picture of a walrus on the… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 1.5)
Part 1 I’ve well documented my struggles with faith. I’d prefer not to dwell on it now though and instead give you part 2 of Pinky’s Burger House. Yes, all my posts are back. You can view them leisurely and lament my madness and yada yada. But before we launch into part 2 of Pinky’s… Continue reading
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Pinky’s Burger House (Part 1)
This is part 1 of a many part series about my experiences at a job I worked in recently. Whether this series is fact or pure fiction is up to the reader to decide. I woke up that crisp, winter morning hungover and went outside to get myself a cup of tea and a cigarette.… Continue reading
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Dear Sandra
I’m writing to you from my prison cell. They convicted me yesterday of not earning GlobeTech enough money, and the private militia barged into my office and arrested me. They have sentenced me to death. As you know, I cannot plead my case because of my agreement with the corporation when I started working for… Continue reading
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Listening to Opeth and dreaming of freedom
She taps her fingers on the windowpane while listening to Opeth. Within her, there’s this thirst for freedom, a need to escape the Sphinx by solving its riddles. But what is this menacing, monstrous Sphinx, though? It’s a plethora of things combining to form one grotesque creature, ranging from a Brahminical upbringing steeped in caste,… Continue reading
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Jingle
Hey man, I took some pills yesterday, the wild, blue devil stuff Macy sells, and my creative juices started flowing. My mind buzzed with inspiration, and I wrote something after almost a year. So, I wrote this jingle, and since you’re in the advertising business, I wondered if you could pitch it to McDonald’s. It goes… Continue reading
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Jazz
One chord is fine. Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you’re into jazz. – Lou Reed “No moral to this story, you will be saying, and I am afraid it is true.” – Joan Aiken Sometimes I wonder if I live in an apartment or an oubliette. I mean, there’s a cushy couch,… Continue reading
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Guilt
Under a caliginous sky, on a mostly uninhabited planet, they marked her before leading her to her cell in the intergalactic prison. She knew the mark signalled something antithetical to an auspicious future and so she’d had it sliced away, leaving a scar. Her cellmate said it was futile, but she didn’t listen. The next… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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