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naansah52631
naansah52631
12.03.2022 • 
English

Is this creative writing? The date was august 23rd 2025, a typical dreary day yet the light at the end of this gloomy day felt far beyond reach only to feel more distant as the clouds engulfed the sky. I dragged my feet into work that dreary afternoon and put on my mask to be greeted with more blank stares than one would need in a day. Warehouse labor, the things people do for money.
I remember that evening the warehouse felt so cold and desolate, lights dimmed and the scent of old wet cardboard lingered in the chilly air. As I put on the old rigid gloves I remember so vividly being greeted by a young lady with a soft hearted voice, “Hey, my name's Cahya, we better get started, it's just the two of us tonight”. Her voice felt so calming as gentle as a feather, I turned around as the words left my mouth, “Oh hey, my im Osric, we better get started”. We both acknowledged the rare smiles we both had behind the masks and got to work. Dust filled the air as I cut open the boxes and layed out its content on the tables. Dust consumed the air above our heads and created miniature clouds in the warehouse. In that moment the world felt a little brighter as I gazed up to see her trying to catch the clouds. It felt as if a fire was lit. Within a blink of an eye, the warehouse was blown open, I was thrown only to be cushioned by stiff cardboard boxes. In an instant I was blinded by dust and smoke, ears ringing, arms bleeding and cries of victims leaving. As I slowly fade back into existence, I open my eyes to the gloomy sky where a roof used to hang. I turned my head in search to find Cahya only to witness the fire once lit to be extinguished, I closed my eyes as my world became darker once more.

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