Glass in the Snow

The problem with KOFAS shutting down is that now I have nothing to empty my mind so I can fall asleep. Even with the carpal tunnel, increasing the strain in my wrists as I held the minimally dim screen upright, it only took 2 matches in AW mode before my eyes started to droop. Now… Continue reading The sleep game

The red LED strips hemming the unsurprisingly black leather executive chairs lit up slowly. It was pointless as nobody was there, no cameras were watching, but the person in charge of the decor had a massive discount coupon from *** and was thinking about opening a pc gaming room inside this shared workspace building, after… Continue reading 3.8 Career Monster

The coach sat on the throne, but wasn’t playing a game.  He was wondering about a change in career, about finally telling his manger to just fuck off and leave him alone.   This manager was one of those young graduates who had passed with an upper second; having kept up to date with all the… Continue reading 3.6 Careers Coach

Vindy saw Alice headed towards the west wing. Their eyes met, and Alice rolled hers with a small grin.  “So, what was it about?” he asked. She side-eyed him. “Were you asleep? Bruh,” she said, catching a whiff, “were you smoking?” Vindy popped another mint, ducked out his lips, and shook his head vigorously.  Candice,… Continue reading 3.5 Careers vs dreams

Brian held the door open for the company director, a much older man who looked like his eye sockets were receding and his cheeks were about to start hanging, but still wore a striped blazer and drove an open top Porsche. The director stopped in his tracks as he remembered something.  “Ah, I’ve just remembered… Continue reading 3.4 Careers Brian

The headmaster extended her hand as she smiled and said, “it was good of you to come today, thanks again.”  The Steve Jobs wannabe took her hand and shook it a little too vigorously.  He just had to ask, “I hope I wasn’t too tiring, I get a little excited when talking about work. Was… Continue reading 3.3 Careers

3.2 “Excuse me,” called out a young confident voice, as he stepped down from the platform. Hanzo looked round and should have known it was a young man, but he still slightly cursed under his breath.  “Is it true-ah!” the young man had been elbowed by his fellow, who was now bowing and forcing his… Continue reading 3.2 Careers