A Little Cubicle in a Warehouse

Simulating an experience, no one anywhere, everywhere is empty. Someone was watching him. The second one, he comes to be told the guy he’s working for is dead. “I don’t want to die,” blah blah. So he bargains with him. He’s a salesman. Pitching him, I guess? He makes a really big enough sale. A pitch for the angels. He doesn’t have to die. So he sits and waits for death to come. “I have to take someone else in place of you.” A little girl. A little girl has been there. Brother see we are one and the same. The pitchman sells death everything he owns. Preaches to death why he should die.

I realized I hadn’t taken my Klonipin. Smoking. I started to lose it. All these over-arching themes. The theme’s what you remembered most of it. Well done. Horror. Thriller. Scary. It wasn’t as bad.

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About vurinstitute

Horatio Somersault is the Director and Regent Chancellor of the VUR Institute, a think tank involving some as-yet-unknown and slightly spooky manipulations of time and interdimensionality. In his spare time Somersault enjoys writing poems and fables. You can read his writings, as well as those of other VUR inhabitants, at vurinstitute.wordpress.com. Though he lives a wanderer's life, his hometown is a domed biome inside the water core of the moon Europa. You can follow his experiences adapting to the customs of the early 21st century on his Twitter @VURdirector and can email him at vurinstitute at gmail dot com.
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