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Micheal's Story
Topic Started: Mar 9 2006, 09:47 AM (522 Views)
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Michael looked up from his desk. The constant chanter of keyboards kept him from concentrating on his work. He longed to leave this sea of cubicles, wishing to get a promotion and the quiet peaceful corner office with it. “Michael stop you’re daydreaming and get back to work” yelled his seventeen chinned manager. Frustrated, Michael went back to doing his job. He grimaced at it like it was foul food being forced down his throat. Five o’clock came and he punched out, weary of the long suffocating day that he had just endured. Slowly he stumbled to his beat down rusty Ford Tempo, which was load and squeaked as he started the engine. The car had trouble starting and gave a loud screaming grind when it finally did, sounding its want to die.

“Come on you piece of crap!” muttered Michael as he lazily shifted the car into gear.

Michael looked utterly tired. His usually bright blue eyes were now dull and listless. His wavy brown hair now matted underneath his hat. Bags hung under his eyes, dark and foreboding, making him look like he was dead. Michael’s tan had faded leaving him a ghostly white. Driving through the chaos that was rush hour he arrived home at six thirty.

He looked at his shady house with shingles missing and rotting siding. This was the first time his home reminded him of the Amityville Horror films. If only he could make more money and afford a beautiful home and a newer car. That wasn’t going to happen because he would need a promotion to do such a thing. Michael’s gaze turned to the front door where Lorraine was waiting. He parked the car climbed out and closed the door weakly behind him.

“How was your day?” Lorraine asked quizzically.

Michael replied with a frown, he moved like a sloth towards the door and made his way inside the under furnished living room.


“Michael what’s the problem? You come home like this everyday.” Lorraine said slyly.


“I hate to see you living in this house, you deserve better than this rundown shack.” Michael spoke so passionately that it soothed his soul.


“There is no need to think that way as long as I am with you. I wouldn’t care if we lived in a beat up cardboard box.”

“You always know how to make me feel better”

With that Lorraine left the living room to prepare dinner. She turned to Michael, her soft green eyes locked on him. “I love you.” She said quietly and went into the kitchen with her long brown hair flowing behind her like liquid silver.

After dinner the two of them lay together in their cushioned cozy bed facing each other. After saying their goodnights they each drifted quietly to sleep and not a sound was heard for the rest of the night.

Michael awoke the next morning to the sound of songbirds singing softly by the window. He was revitalized, his facial features were vivid, and his face had an angular look to it as if it were chiseled from granite. His eyes shone bright in the sun’s warm glow. He looked at Lorraine and felt as if he could go nowhere without her. He grabbed a quick shower and drank a warm cup of coffee. This was his normal routine but never before had he felt so alive. There was a bounce in his step. He felt as if nothing bad could happen to him today. As he leaped into his Tempo the car greeted him without a sound. The car seemed to have lost all of its demeaning qualities. Michael raced like a kid on a bike to work, jamming with the oldies music on the radio.

The office building’s windows gleamed in the bright light. Michael found a great parking place next to the president of the expansive company where he worked. The president greeted him and Michael was surprised that the president had known his name. Michael walked up to the sparkling doors, which dazzled him with a billion specs of light. He entered the air conditioned building only to be greeted by Stewart. Michael knew little about Stewart. Stewart wasn’t liked around the office and no one would talk to him. He had a unique and pungent odor that reminded Michael of a trash heap. Stewart that had one eye set lower than other and was going bald. His pock marked face was too repulsive to even look at.

“Hi Stewart” stuttered Michael with a false sense of happiness to see him.

“Hi” muttered Stewart in a gruff voice.

There was an uncanny long pause as Stewart glared intensely at Michael. Nervous Michael broke the silence.

“Well I should get going.”

“Whatever.”

On the way to his desk Michael noticed a rather large sign the attracted the eyes. The sign read the evaluations are today and the best employee was going to get a promotion and a corner office. As Michael read the sign his heart leapt and thumped. This was the moment he was waiting for. Finally a chance to give Lorraine everything she deserved and a chance for him to get away from this sea of a million cubicles. Michael ran like a cheetah to the phone at his desk and called Lorraine.

“Lorraine, Lorraine!” Michael spoke excitedly

“What is it dear?”

“This is finally my chance to give you everything thing you ever deserved!”

“I don’t understand.”

“They are giving evaluations here at work and I have a chance to get a promotion!" Michael’s words flowed like bullets out of a machine gun.

“That’s great!” Lorraine was now equally ecstatic.

“There is a chance for me but I need to find a way to get on everyone’s good side so that they forget any of the bad work I have done, do you have any suggestions?”

“How about a party?”

“That is an absolutely great idea but the evaluations are today, could one be set up by tonight.”

“It would be hard but I will try.”

“Lorraine you are my divine savoir. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Just be sure to invite everyone”

“I will” with that Michael hung up the phone and drew up some very exquisite posters. He made many warm copies and hung them on every shady beat up poster board and gladly handed them out to everyone who asked. The higher ups even took some. Michael then went back to his unruly desk and started to get organized. He worked as if he was being whipped like a slave. Then his seventeen chinned manager came around with a few associates around her. They watched him intently for a bit, which seemed like an eternity to Michael. The small group took some notes and left. By five Michael had finished two days work. Through out the day Michael had over twenty people come up to him and say that they were going to come to his party. After Michael had clocked out he hopped into his car and drove home.

When he arrived the house was gallantly decorated with a multitude of streamers and ribbons. The backyard had torches and the grill aflame. The scent of the charcoal could be smelled from his car. The stereo had been moved outside and Michael could see a makeshift bar set up, Lorraine was busy stocking it with an assortment of alcohol. There were two shining aluminum kegs at the end of the bar, and a snack table right next to them. The table had a plethora of food on it and its legs were bowed under the weight. Michael rushed up to Lorraine and kissed her.

“You must have worked like a mule all day to get this miracle accomplished.” Michael sounded amazed.

“No, I had some help.” said Lorraine quietly.

“From who?”

“The neighbors. They saw what I was doing and decided that they would help out if they were allowed to attend.” Michael had just noticed the various people form the neighborhood around the backyard.

“That explains where all the food came from.” said Michael with a laugh.

“All of the ladies have been baking all day, I am so grateful for their help.”

“As am I.”

Around seven o‘clock people from the office started to show up. By eight the place was packed, it seemed as if the entire building had moved into his backyard. Everyone form the janitors to the president himself was there. No one was anywhere else. A trillion cars lined the streets and formed a mass three blocks around. The party was roaring and no one called the police because everyone was there. The party became so large that it started to fill into other people’s yards. At one moment Michael noticed Stewart standing alone by a maple tree. He looked quite mad and was intense. Michael quickly felt sorry form him and ran up to the snack table and grabbed a bin of fresh warm cookies. He took the cookies and walked up to Stewart.

“What do you want.” mumbled Stewart.

“I just wanted to give you these.”

Michael replied handing him the cookies. Stewart was taken aback; he snatched the cookies with one mutilated deformed hand and didn’t say another word.


“Well, I better get going” said Michael with a feigned smile.

He turned and walked away from Stewart who was just staring at the cookies. For the first time Michael had ever seen Stewart cracked a small smile on his lopsided face.

The part went on for what seemed like forever, but was never slow. Around midnight the seventeen chinned manager and a few associates approached Michael. The manager was the only one who spoke.

“This is a great party you have here.” She slurred. Michael could smell strong alcohol on her breath. She paused for a moment. “We think that you have a good chance at getting that promotion.” The associates behind her nodded in agreement. Michael’s heart leapt and skipped what seemed to be twelve beats. He wanted to shout but he contained himself. He didn’t want to say a word in fear of ruining his chances at the promotion. The manager and the associates turned their backs coldly and rejoined the wildness that was the party. The party raged until two in the morning and everyone had left by two thirty. Michael didn’t sleep at all; he was too thrilled by what happened at the party. Morning came quick and Michael could not stop shaking. He looked like a jackhammer striking the wood floor. He quickly dressed, strolled to his car and went to work. He couldn’t eat when he was home, he was too nervous. Michael’s throat refused to accept food.
It was cloudy and dark outside. Lightning raced across the sky. The weather was completely opposite of what Michael felt. He arrived at the office and rapidly went to his cubicle and started work, waiting, pulsating with excitement for the announcement to be made. Nine thirty rolled around and Michael couldn’t concentrate on his work any longer he was too overwhelmed with anxiety.

Michael peered up at the clock and at that moment the clock stopped. Boom! Sounded an explosion and bits of glass flew past Michael’s face. Michael glanced out of his cubicle only to see Stewart standing in the blown out doorway dressed in full camouflage, and AK-47 in hand. People rushed towards him only to be mowed down by bullets that ran like liquid out of the gun’s end. Blood splattered everywhere as Stewart killed more and more people. He shot anyone that he saw. Hundreds must have died by the time Stewart reached Michael. Stewart stood menacingly over Michael, drenched in blood and gore. Michael was scared senseless, he couldn’t scream or move. People’s screams were coming from all around. The murderer stood over him, Michael just sat in his chair like a statue at a museum. “Thanks for the cookies.” whispered Stewart. He turned around and went back to his killing spree. Michael just sat in his chair shaking, amongst the gunfire and screams Michael could hear Stewart singing in a pleasant voice. “It’s time for slaughter, It’s time for slaughter. I won’t leave a single man alive, total slaughter, total slaughter…….” Michael just sat frozen in his chair. “What am I going to do now” he thought.
"The dreams I have lost could not have come true. I still have dreams that I have not forsaken. They still shine bright. They still light my way."

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