Active Writing Challenge: Dec 2014

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Thinking in starting monthly writing challenges to help all of us work on those creative muscles. Will post a prompt that will have anywhere between one too four story elements to be used within the short story.

This months challenge:

[INFORMATION]The story must have a spirit in it. A character applies for a job.[/INFORMATION]

 

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"Next" the receptionists voice was grating every time she would say that one word. It had been over an hour and the lobby seemed to haven't emptied much. Sitting in the very uncomfortable chair was beginning to get on Allison's nerves.

Looking back to the forms sitting in her lap she decided to go back through them. There was that little tingle at the back of her mind in that somewhere, in the countless lines of entries she must of missed filling something out. Name, date, age, birthday on and on it went. Previous work history trailed on for two more pages which was barely used as she only started working when she was fifteen. Not enough work experience to garner the likes of corporate CEO or software engineer at Google. No, if someone needed a person to sling overly greasy food or to take on the insurmountable task of changing the toner cartridge of a highly complex multi-function machine, that even a newborn monkey could do it. Allison was that person they could rely on.

"I tell you that waiting for these people to help you find a job will only kill you" she turned to face source of the voice. Her heart fluttered slightly when she laid eyes upon his highly defined face. The dark brown hair settling in a messy wave that framed his features in what she could only associate in a postmodern hipster "sometimes I wonder if they have actually got anyone a job here, maybe it's all just a big scam"

"I...I wouldn't know, first time here and having to do this" Allison finally stammered out, her focus firmly planted to his smiling face "name's Andy, I'm pretty much here all the time" his hand hovered close to her. An earthy smell drifted around her when he moved. Shaking his hand she noticed the coldness to his touch "Let me get you something to drink, thinking you're going to be here for a bit longer" Allison nodded, watching him stand up was when she noticed the small splotch of darkened hair on the back of his head. Only when he moved around someone that blocked his path did she see that within that spot, a ragged hole of flesh glistened in the harsh florescent light.