Lookouts
- Reads 12
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Jun 28, 2024
Thomas is out of a job. Every application he send to local businesses or major industrial entities gets turned down within an instant of being sent out. He has no other options behind him - but an advertisement in the newspapers catches his eye.
A fire-lookout stands to be one of the simplest jobs in his eyes. At $30 per hour, he quite literally gets to enjoy solitude in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, or so he believes.
All Rights Reserved
#21
firewatch
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Pizza Boy ★ joshler {completed}
"Hey, that'll be $17.58" "Ok be right back I'll go get the money" Josh stared blankly at him with pondering expression... Trigger warnings A/N: please know that I don't associate myself to this story whatsoever in fact this is an embarrassment to who I am as a writerComplete
Five Long Nights
Mike is desperate for a job. When an ad comes up in the paper for working a night shift at a local pizzeria; he thinks its gonna be easy. But will it? Read to find out. ;)Complete
No strings attached
There was a few important rules to follow in the line of work he did. Rule 1- Go there and do your job. Rule 2- Don't waste time. You're on a schedule so don't go a minute under and definitely don't go a minute over. Rule 3- While performing your job, don't call the person by first name. Keep it professional. Rule 4-Don't initiate a kiss or any other act of intimacy. and lastly, there was rule five. Don't get attatched. Simple enough. That rule was put in place so the worker's don't get heartbroken, but what happens when a less than normal client makes an offer that a worker simply can't deny? . . . . No strings attached? That phrase sounded like some type of test drive, or cheap return policy many stores had if an item wasn't to your liking. To be asked if he wanted to enter a relationship like that was a bit unprofessional, but the money he could earn was anything but. With a confused gleam in his eyes, he questioned further. "What do you mean by that?" "I want you to enter a no strings attached relationship with me. I figure this is your only line of work, so I'll still pay you for every encounter we have, but think of it more as a date- "So you want to be fuck buddies?" The elder man chuckled deeply. This guy was too blunt, but admittedly he liked that. "Yes, but it's going to be a little different. I want you to quit your job and only see me. I want to be the only one using you." "I make a lot of money at my job. I can't just quit- "How much do you make?" "Huh?" "How much money do you earn?" "...it depends, but usually it averages out to about three thousand flat." "I'll pay you that every time I call upon you, or however much you see fit. I'll even give you a weekly allowance. So what do you say? Wanna be fuck buddies?" A searing blush made it's way up the worker's face, but despite his embarrassment, he nodded. That one simple gesture sealed his fate. Book 1 of 2 Book 2 "Terms and conditions" is now out and ongoing.Complete
Isolation-#Wattys2015
I went into this job thinking it was just another bug hunt, some Scientist dude who got careless with his vials and spawned nothing more than some blood thirsty flesh craving fruit fly or a huge snake. I thought it would be in, kill the monster, get paid and then go be my normal lazy self while I waited for the next job to come up. I assumed it was nothing to twist myself over. I was wrong. Dead. WrongComplete
(VanossxReader) Keep Your Guard Up °Complete°
I can confidently say that I have a unique job. I work as a body guard, and I'm typically assigned to clients to protect. One day, out of nowhere, I'm given a peculiar job to work for a gang leader who has invoked the wrath of another gang. °This is not a continuation of any other story I've written.°Complete
GLIMPSES of how Canada worked: a writer's memoir.
During the first 30 years of my journalistic career in the second half of the 20th century, good jobs of all kinds were available all over Canada. Those of us born in the 1930s and early '40s were in great demand because our generation was very small when the post-World War II boom began. I earned generous fees working mainly freelance at home or in the offices of clients. "GLIMPSES..." is the story of all the stories my work involved: the who, what, when, where, why, and how of people I met, our society's attitudes, my networks, lessons learned, mistakes made, many good times and some very bad ones. I hope to reveal how it felt to be a Canadian worker from the 1950s until about 2000, to provide perspective on why those years were the way they were, and perhaps offer clues as to how they led us to Now. (Note that chapters become shorter as the tale grows longer.)Complete
Help Me (Mini Ladd x Reader)
(Y/N) just got fired in a job she is working in and she is disappointed. As she is crossing the road, things happen and she met a man. She find him cute and the man sure look familiar to her. Years passed, the man and herself grew a friendship together after hanging out for so long. Bad things happen between them. Its a life and death situation. Who is this man? Will they go to the next level as couples? Will they be safe? What happen to them? Who will help them? Read this story to find out!Complete
Creepypastas
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow... It's his reflection. The story is called Home Alone. These are just some Creeypasta's. These Creepypastas do not belong to me, all rights reserved to the rightful owners. Read them if you want, I don't care.Complete
Only The Sun Can Make Shadows | Sun/Moon x Reader
You loved everything Fazbear themed growing up! Now, adulthood has hit, and you need money bad. So, when a job opening comes up for a Fazbear nightguard, hours matching yours perfectly, and little to no human interaction involved, you can't say no! Just when you think it'll be easy, though, Fazbear throws more than a couple surprises at you. (16+) - cover art by me
Married to the play boy🔞
WARNING ⚠️ This story contains . Swear words . Violence . Sexual stuffs There's going to be some smuts in some of this so only read if you don't mindComplete
"Hey, that'll be $17.58" "Ok be right back I'll go get the money" Josh stared blankly at him with pondering expression... Trigger warnings A/N: please know that I don't associate myself to this story whatsoever in fact this is an embarrassment to who I am as a writer
More detailsContent Guidelines