Another Day Punch Novels & Stories

That didn't keep me from thinking about it though. This was really good, having whole days to just work, and one of the biggest benefits was that I didn't feel like I had to spend all hours of the night working here. I knocked off around nine, heading home and picking up an In & Out burger on the way. I flopped down onto my sofa and looked at my phone, which I hadn't thought to check before I'd left. Aly -- Hey, give me a call when you can. She included a smiley emoji and a rainbow. I shook my head and touched my screen.

Email from the anonymous person again. **Day 23. You're still there. I'm impressed. Most people quit by now. But you're starting to see it, aren't you? The performance. The mask. He's not real with anyone. Not even himself. Run while you still can.** I delete it without reading it all the way through. I'm too tired to care about warnings. Too tired to think about anything except sleep. My alarm is set for 7 AM. Five hours from now. Then we do it all over again.

* They entered the eatery. She walked to the first door turned on the switch. It was glowing “opened ” Since it's opened, if someone wants to come in, it'll open on it's own. She walked to the door she came in with earlier. But hold on, isn’t this boring for the workers here. Imagine people going to work to repeat same process everyday. * “how many mins is it gonna take to prepare this?” Gracie showed the receptionist the pad. She had this proud look that she was already taking orders from customer.

I buried my head into work having nothing else to do for the rest of the evening. ~Two Days Later It's the fourth day after the abduction. Everyday, I do the exact same thing. I wake up from bed, walk downstairs, drown in my misery while receiving pitiful looks from my employees then bury my head in my breakfast. Shortly afterwards, I get my car ready, get in and head to work. Hours later, I resist the urge to see Rita, head to the park, get the note from Michael then leave, read it in my office and bury my head in work once again.

Day 4: The next day, Abeni woke up, still feeling the weight of her troubles. She forced herself to get ready for work, hoping that the routine would help her forget, even if only for a little while. The day passed by in a blur of customers, orders, and repetitive tasks. Abeni tried her best to focus on her work, to forget about her problems even for just a few hours. But she failed miserably.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Evening settled softly over City as the employees gradually streamed out of the event company building after a long day of work. Pat walked alongside Tee and several other staff members, one hand tucked into his pocket while the others chatted indistinctly around him about project deadlines, food, and weekend plans. Pat looked slightly less burdened. Not fully healed, but lighter. “P’Mok almost murdered us with that government project today,” one staff member groaned dramatically. “It’s Pat’s fault for suddenly becoming hardworking again,” another joked.

Angel seemed to have just opened his eyes when he felt the warmth of sunlight penetrating the glass walls in the inpatient room. He blinked for a few moments to adjust his vision. "Eengg... it's morning..." groaned Angel as he spread his arms wide to stretch his stiff muscles. "Good morning dear?" Angel turned quickly to find her mother, who looked fresh and was having breakfast. That's when he remembered someone who kept hugging him last night. "Where is he?"

(Back to the Present Time) “Your visa and all necessary documents are finalized. We’re leaving in three days.” Demani turned from what she was doing upon hearing Van’s voice. She saw him by the kitchen doorway, seated in his automatic wheelchair. She couldn’t even remember when she had fallen asleep last night. After being caught up in her memories, she must’ve drifted off completely. And when she woke up this morning, her stomach hurt— likely from not eating anything the entire day before.

The Next Day Unlike every other Tuesday, Jayda reluctantly stood up from her bed and prepared for work. She spent the whole of yesterday crying and sulking so she needed to catch up on so many work-related things that she didn't do yesterday. She cleaned up, changed into a simple but elegant dress, covered her puffy eyes with some makeup and proceeded to the kitchen to make herself a toast. She had no appetite but forced herself to eat half of it and washed it down with some orange juice. She took her vitamins and then left for work.