FIRSTLY, LAUGH IT OFF

i. i feel wholly shamed. not.

GUYS, PLEASE KEEP SENDING THOSE ENTRIES IN. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT. 

author: @utopianism

note:

this is really, really, really embarrassing. the first excerpt was from the fourth or fifth full length story i ever attempted at writing. keep in mind i was writing a serious science fiction story and instead this comes out. the VERY first story i wrote is unspoken of and i dont want anyone to ever see it lol (you will cry if you read it, i bet). *cringes* but still this one is pretty cringe-worthy to me.

the second is from a story i wrote at the end of last year/beginning of this year. it's not my best work and it's nothing too good but hey, it's better than the first. it's scifi, so that's why the description is a bit...unusual ;) 

but mostly, i feel wholly shamed. not. i'm not trying to sound self-centred or anything but it's because the previous work lay down the foundations for me to climb, and without it, i would still probably be in the realms of trying to figure out the use of the apostrophes when you you the word 'its' :)

excerpt #1 (previous work):

It’s labelled as a cafeteria, but I’m sure the phrase ‘first class a la carte restaurant’ is more appropriate. The moment we head in, I see classy table covers, long rows of leather-cushioned chairs and bright spotlights, topped off with the buzz and activity of all the workers. Raenen looks at me expectantly, and I nod, taking my seat on a long, velvety couch and watching as a group of other government workers walk past us to their table.

As soon as we're sitting, a loud bang comes from the kitchen doors, and my head jerks to the direction of the impact. I watch as a tall, lanky man in a chef's hat with a curly mustache weaves his path through the tables and chairs towards us, fizzing with excitement. Before he speaks, he gives Raenen a hug, which she returns half-heartedly, the look on her face priceless – which is the reason as to why I try to suppress a laugh.

excerpt #2 (recent work)

Finally, I reach and navigate my way through one of the numerous revolving doors at the entrance to the building. The doors are made of transparent glass. The walls are made of glass. Everything holding the building up is made of glass. Glass that, for some reason, refracts light in a way that prevents the inner rooms of the centre to be out of sight from outside and the ground level. Only in pockets of the day when the sun is shining at a certain angle can you grasp a glimpse of the inner offices.

On the first floor, I navigate through the bustling crowd and trudge towards heavy metal doors that have ‘Euphoria Training’ embossed on. My hands begin feeling cold.

I shove them into the two front pockets of my jumper as the heavy metal doors swing shut behind me, a deep, booming echo reverberating down the empty, pallid corridor ahead. My heart freezes in my chest when I look at the familiar lifeless ice-white walls. Once a month I have to face this corridor. And each time, the feeling is almost exactly the same.

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thank you very much to anyone who sent me submissions! hope you enjoyed this first one and please comment with your thoughts and don't forget to pm me if you want to submit your work! you can chose to keep it anonymous if you want ;)