No Life At All!
0300 hours
Whilst furiously typing at a frenetic pace, Quinn looked up and looked around.
The entire maze of cubicles was shrouded in shadows, the only lighted object being her overheated Macbook Pro. Quinn sighed inwardly. She had lost track of time - again - and it was already sliding into the witching hour.
But she was nowhere near finishing the case briefs which Dax had assigned her as supplementary work. Supplementary, yet still compulsory, Quinn mused as she closed the lid of her laptop and started to pack all her files. But she wasn't complaining. In the top law firm, the death knell was not being given any work - it meant that no one thought of you as trustworthy.
Dax, the criminal litigation partner, had high hopes for her and she did not intend on disappointing him.
0345 hours
Quinn stifled a yawn as she staggered drowsily into her bedroom. The whole Uber ride was spent mentally preparing the cross-examination questions for the two key witnesses in the murder trial - her concentration so intense, it seemed like she teleported from the office back home.
"Maybe I should ask him how he managed to see the victim who was 6 feet away, since he was shortsighted and had no glasses on." Quinn muttered to herself with some degree of satisfaction.
Suddenly Quinn froze, fear taking her breath away. She was so absorbed in thought that she did not even turn on her room lights, and in the velvety darkness two pairs of eyes stared right back at her.
Soulless.
They were her dolls (and Quinn loved to collect dolls as her hobby), but tonight they looked different.
Their lifeless eyes bore into her, a haunting reminder that she had -
no life.
Thanks @mariannewest and @wandrnrose7 for the prompt! It sure made me think out of the box.
I hope y'all enjoyed the twist of this story! I wanted to make this sound and feel like a conventional horror story all the way till the end, but not following through with it.
This story was meant to convey that sometimes we get too caught up with climbing the corporate ladder, to the point that we fail to enjoy life. And that is the greatest horror, the greatest thing we should fear.
Personally, it's what I have feared for a long time, which is why though I have a law degree from a prestigious college I did not go on to practise law. Many of my friends who now are juniors in the law firms are really working day and night, like Quinn over here. But for me, I really can't. My life as well as my time is too precious to exchange it for more money and fame.
What are your thoughts? Please leave a comment below! ❤
I totally read it like you wanted it to come across. And there are so many who are working like crazy to wake up when they are old and realize that their life is gone. But there is so much you can do with a law degree. Hope you have found your purpose :)
@mariannewest yeahh my friend used to say that when you are in the rat race, you have lots of money and energy but no time. But when you retire, you have lots of money and time, but no energy to do what you wanna do. 😔
Still finding my purpose, slowly ((:
Wishing you the best. I truly feel that we have to slow down as a society. People have lost the joy in life - at least that is my explanation for the huge amount of drugs people are taking - or rather, for the huge amount of people that are taking drugs... of all sorts
maybe the daily stream of consciousness writing will help :)
Ah ha, you got me. Nicely done!
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@deirdyweirdy haha thanks for your kind words & delivery of the next prompt!! 😊
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