NOTE: I'm not a serious writer. I like to write, but it's not something I believe I am entirely good at. Back in 2017, I worked night shift at a 24/7 supermarket. It was in a really small town (around 18,000 people live there), and so during the night shift, I barely had anyone to serve, and the place was so small, so whatever cleaning needed to be done, it was done really quickly, and I had 8 hours to fill. The shop was practically next to the main highway, and I remember one night I walked out into the middle of the road, and everything was still, except for the mines (we own one of the largest mining sites in the world? I don't know, I haven't fact checked that). Mixed with the sense of isolation, I started to develop some thoughts, and ideas started to form. By 2018, I moved away from home to study at university, and by the time I started I realised I had no friends or anyone to really connect with. From the experience I've gained from uni, I put my ideologies and experience into this novella, and spat this out.
There's some strong language, a lot of fake-deep internal monologues, themes associated with depression, loneliness and all that jazz. Potential TW: there is a kidnap attempt scene.
Enjoy. Leave comments, don't be rude, like I said: I'm not a serious writer.
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Night Shift
General Fiction"It's the same routine every night. I've done it so many times I can basically lock everything down to the very millisecond. Hell, maybe even the very nanosecond. "
