This choice: "Jon the Sage eats Julian the Sith" - our first story • Go Back...Chapter #3It Begins! by: Sage   I got home from work, and once again the sun was already dipping below the western horizon, with the moon just rising in the east, and stars slowly beginning to shine through the sky. Of course to me this felt wrong as my job was supposed to only be one of those 9 to 5 things. I was supposed to be able to get up after sunrise and get home before sundown, but lately I've been getting home well after dark, and having to go back up before dawn's early light.
"It's my own fault for being too damn good," I derided myself, remembering the advice a teacher had given me about never giving a hundred percent in my kind of job, as they usually shoved all the harder work on the guy who did it the best, fastest, or some combination of the two. Now as I climbed up the stairs to my apartment I couldn't help but feel tired. Yet at the same time, the thought of the food waiting for me upstairs drove me onward, as I realized I hadn't eaten all day, and my belly decided to voice its protest at this as I ascended.
Reaching my door I searched through my pocket for my keys, coming up with several coins, an old cellphone I'd thought I'd lost, and a picture of some girl I didn't recognize, before finally extracting the ring upon which I kept the half a dozen keys I owned, though in truth I only knew what two of them were for. The other four keys I'd gotten over the years, and had at some point just forgotten what they went to.
Putting the key into the lock I heard he satisfying click of metal on metal, and then proceeded to do battle with the doorknob, which as usual refused to take the key at first, even though I knew it was the right one. Pushing and pulling the key proved to be ineffective as the lock still refused to yield to me, but finally I just gave up and hit the knob with my fist, which at last caused the key to turn, and unlocked the portal into my apartment.
Looking around at my abode I felt a sense of pride at the cleanliness of it, as not a speck of dust or stain scarred the wooden floors, and I enjoyed the sound of my footsteps, echoing loudly as I stepped over the floor into my sanctuary, shutting the door behind me. Staring inward my eyes went to my recliner as they always did, but my stomach decided to remind me that it wanted fed now, and only then would it let me be at peace.
Walking towards my kitchen my eyes did not grace the small speck on the floor, as it was so small as to be insignificant, yet had I looked it would have appeared as nothing to me, for even though it jumped and yelled at me, I was above it too far to even notice its minuscule attempts to garner attention. Thus did I step right over it, walking towards the kitchen where I knew food and drink awaited me to fill my empty stomach.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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