Friday, June 19, 2015

1.8 | Lights

“Jin? Jin? Wake up! Jin!”

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the snow, frozen to the bone. Snow? I thought with annoyance, then realized that a surprise snow in the spring was about the least of my problems right now. The voice that had called to me belonged to Naomi  - she stood over me with a concerned look on her face as she reached down and helped me stand up. I looked around and saw we stood outside my house, close to the last place I remembered being lucid.

I couldn’t remember anything after that.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

1.7 | Something New

It was finally warming up in Lucky Palms, and I was glad. It was nice to walk outside and feel the sun warming my skin as opposed to being assaulted by icy cold wind. Work got to be busier than usual and I was working overtime a lot. I couldn’t complain because it meant extra pay and getting to know my co workers a bit better. I still missed working with the people at the corp, but I was starting to like quite a few of my new co workers. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

1.6 | Water

One day while at work, my boss called me into his office to have a serious discussion with me about my employment. I was afraid I was going to be fired and I didn’t understand why – as far as I knew, I was pretty much the best worker and the most well liked (not to sound braggy, but it was kind of a fact …)

Thankfully, I wasn’t fired. My boss had gotten a call from a buddy of his who worked at City Hall. Apparently, my reputation at the corporation had gotten me noticed and City Hall was willing to offer me a high level job with some really great pay. My boss wanted to know if I wanted to take it.

Friday, August 8, 2014

1.5 | Desert Snow

With things going well at my job and my paintings selling really well, I managed to save up enough money to buy a used but nice vehicle without putting myself in the hole. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to rely on smelly taxi cabs and the company’s crappy carpool any longer.

1.4 | Winter Is Coming

Days were passing like minutes once I’d found a natural rhythm. Eat, work, play, sleep, repeat. It hadn’t gotten boring yet, and I hoped it didn’t anytime soon. I wasn’t quite happy yet, but I supposed I was content. Even though each day passed in loneliness because each day reminded me of Ginger, it was better than being a cold ghost buried in the ground. I certainly couldn’t – and wouldn’t – complain.

Monday, July 28, 2014

1.3 | Strings & Iron

I woke up the next day and made myself a small breakfast to eat while I perused the morning paper. After tasting my horrible pancakes, I took an ink pen and circled the ad for cooking classes in town. I had a feeling I would definitely be needing those now that I was living on my own.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

1.2 | Wake Me Up

After the genie worked his magic, a feeling came over me that I couldn’t place at first.
Then it hit me – I was human again. Well, a living human again.
It was the oddest thing in the world to me. I had been so used to being a ghost, used to that feeling of floating emptiness and cold. Now I was warm, solid. Breathing. I felt my heart beating in my chest and knew it was real.
The only question I had was; “what now?”