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in, I figured she must have finished her shift and went home for the night. I hoped she was ok.</p><p id="e8fa">I grabbed some groceries before I went home, some eggs, bacon, milk and a few TV dinners. As I drove home, I thought about the events of the day… When did I become a bartender again? Who the hell was that guy and why was he so angry? I swear, I could see centuries of murder and destruction in his eyes. I got home, turn my car off and let out a huge sigh.</p><p id="1c54">“Whatever, @# $@&! Just forget about it, you need sleep!”</p><p id="bbed">I got out of my car, and the cool air hit my face. It was Fall, my favorite time of year. I love the smell of Fall in the air. Almost like there’s wood burning somewhere close by. It reminded me of my childhood.</p><p id="31c0">I grabbed my groceries and walked up the steps to the door of the townhouse that I was living in. I liked my townhouse complex, it was relatively quiet, and no one ever talked to me except for my annoying neighbor.</p><p id="69ab">That’s a story for another day though, I’m getting tired. I put everything away and realized I had a bunch of trash to take out.</p><p id="19da">I crammed some dinner down my throat, took a shower and walked out the door with the trash. The only thing I didn’t like about my complex is the trek down to the dumpster.</p><p id="555d">I had to go down a few dark alleyways between houses to take the shortest route to the dumpster cause f$ #^ walking more than you have to. As I got to the dumpster, I stepped in some sticky $#!^ that looked like it was spilling out from inside. “Dammit!” The dumpster lid was down, and I am a short person. I climbed up the side of the dumpster (WHY DOES THIS WORLD HATE SHORT PEOPLE?) in order to reach the lid. As I climbed up, I noticed a stench unlike anything I had ever smelled before. It smelled like human excrement, mixed with a rotting animal carcass. “How fun! I need to take another shower after this.”</p><p id="a914">As I flipped the lid, there was nothing that could prepare me for what I was about to see. In the dim moonlight and the light from the streetlamp about 20 f

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eet away, I saw that the liquid that was pouring out was a bright red color. As I opened the lid, the stench became worse. I looked down and saw a face looking back at me. A twisted expression on its face, red liquid everywhere, organs that I had never seen before and a uniform looked just like mine, except a little nicer. I screamed as I fell backward and hit my head on the pavement. I found the blonde girl.</p><p id="997b">— — — — —</p><p id="0df9"><i>This story came to me one day while I took a nap. The dream barely made sense to me while it was happening, but everything I saw and felt is described above. I began writing it out in 2020, on Facebook, as status updates. Then I realized that I should probably do the story some justice and put it out there for whoever might possibly see it to see, and not confine it to my Facebook friends list. It’s a series, and I can vividly imagine the characters and the setting in my head. I’ve decided to start publishing the parts of the story I have so far on here. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but at least I can say I put it out there. Hope never dies.</i></p><p id="2aa1">Here is <a href="https://flowmar.medium.com/orderly-chaos-ec2220367758">Chapter 1</a> Here is <a href="https://flowmar.medium.com/orderly-chaos-d9df17ee3ea7">Chapter 3</a></p><p id="9b00"><i>©2021, Omar Imam. All rights reserved.</i></p><h1 id="811f">Be Open Says;</h1><div id="d425" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/medium-writers-be-open-challenges-you-to-create-be-open-more-about-me-3a39e7aadc6c"> <div> <div> <h2>Medium Writers! Be Open Challenges you to create Be Open (More About Me)!</h2> <div><h3>Readers love you as you are! Submitting your writer’s bio and pinned it is highly recommended.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*-g0I5o0ZUCF2dnH2v8HC0Q.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Chapter 2 — (I Wish) The Trash Took Itself Out

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As I left the bathroom, I quickened my pace as to look like I actually cared about the situation at hand (I really didn’t. The money is good here, but f$%@, man I don’t like the people that come here, and I’ve always had a weird feeling about the owner). I looked for my blonde-in-shining-armor and she was no where to be found, neither was the Maniac Man. I figured I would see them both again, I worked with the blonde, and I had a strange feeling about the Maniac Man. Hopefully it was just a 1-off situation and he would never come back ever again.

I got back behind the bar as a woman walked up.

“I’d like a cosmo, please.” She was nice, but there was something weird about the way she said “cosmo”. She extended the first “o”, as if she was trying to seduce some man so that she could drug him and steal his money and belongings before leaving him in the street. There I go again, letting my imagination get the best of me.

“Now how the hell do I make a drink without any liquor?” As I thought this to myself, I looked down. There was indeed 3 rows of liquor bottles, a cooler full of beer, an espresso machine, and a ton of wine on the back counter that I swear to God wasn’t there before. There were no papers anywhere, either. There’s no way that someone could have put all this stuff here that quickly, I was in the bathroom for maybe 3 minutes tops. Was I hallucinating? Am I crazy? I hadn’t gotten the best sleep over the past few days so I chocked it up to sleep deprivation.

My shift went well, I managed to make a solid $350 bucks without even really trying. This is why I choose to stay here. $350 on a random Thursday night. I never saw the blonde girl for the rest of the night, which was weird, but again, I figured she must have finished her shift and went home for the night. I hoped she was ok.

I grabbed some groceries before I went home, some eggs, bacon, milk and a few TV dinners. As I drove home, I thought about the events of the day… When did I become a bartender again? Who the hell was that guy and why was he so angry? I swear, I could see centuries of murder and destruction in his eyes. I got home, turn my car off and let out a huge sigh.

“Whatever, @#$@&! Just forget about it, you need sleep!”

I got out of my car, and the cool air hit my face. It was Fall, my favorite time of year. I love the smell of Fall in the air. Almost like there’s wood burning somewhere close by. It reminded me of my childhood.

I grabbed my groceries and walked up the steps to the door of the townhouse that I was living in. I liked my townhouse complex, it was relatively quiet, and no one ever talked to me except for my annoying neighbor.

That’s a story for another day though, I’m getting tired. I put everything away and realized I had a bunch of trash to take out.

I crammed some dinner down my throat, took a shower and walked out the door with the trash. The only thing I didn’t like about my complex is the trek down to the dumpster.

I had to go down a few dark alleyways between houses to take the shortest route to the dumpster cause f$#^ walking more than you have to. As I got to the dumpster, I stepped in some sticky $#!^ that looked like it was spilling out from inside. “Dammit!” The dumpster lid was down, and I am a short person. I climbed up the side of the dumpster (WHY DOES THIS WORLD HATE SHORT PEOPLE?) in order to reach the lid. As I climbed up, I noticed a stench unlike anything I had ever smelled before. It smelled like human excrement, mixed with a rotting animal carcass. “How fun! I need to take another shower after this.”

As I flipped the lid, there was nothing that could prepare me for what I was about to see. In the dim moonlight and the light from the streetlamp about 20 feet away, I saw that the liquid that was pouring out was a bright red color. As I opened the lid, the stench became worse. I looked down and saw a face looking back at me. A twisted expression on its face, red liquid everywhere, organs that I had never seen before and a uniform looked just like mine, except a little nicer. I screamed as I fell backward and hit my head on the pavement. I found the blonde girl.

— — — — —

This story came to me one day while I took a nap. The dream barely made sense to me while it was happening, but everything I saw and felt is described above. I began writing it out in 2020, on Facebook, as status updates. Then I realized that I should probably do the story some justice and put it out there for whoever might possibly see it to see, and not confine it to my Facebook friends list. It’s a series, and I can vividly imagine the characters and the setting in my head. I’ve decided to start publishing the parts of the story I have so far on here. I don’t know if anyone will read it, but at least I can say I put it out there. Hope never dies.