#the price of the house and the diposit

[tornoaserjo]

Me pot que les meues amigues s'enfaden perquè no els done la raó cegament als seus novios

[talesnpoems]

Darkest

It’s always darkest before the dawn. A saying everyone is familiar with but few have experienced. James thought it was simply an uplifting phrase for those who are down in the dumps, and he figured how good life was depended on the one living it. It was a typical day, he rode the bus to work and went to his favorite store afterward. He hardly ever bought anything but loved to browse. He knew the place well enough to help other costomers find what they where looking for, and today he noticed a new item. A glass cube with a stick figure inside, the arms legs and head moved freely but the torso was, somehow, held still. He decided to buy it, put it of his desk as a paperweight, and he quickly caught the bus home afterwards. When he got home, his door was wide open and a man was standing in front of it on his phone. “Thank you and please hurry” the person said before placeing their phone back in their pocket. James recognized the voice as his neighbors. “Kyle, what happened?” The urgency in his voice caught Kyle off guard. “Dude, your lucky I was home, some asshat broke your door down. Luckily I intervened before they took anything but you should double check. Cops are on their way so do it quick.” James dud a quick inventory of his home and the only thing he noticed missing was a jar of change he kept on a table near the door. The police arrived soon after and began to take statements. Everyone was relieved that they only took some change but James didn’t quite feel safe anymore. He couldn’t sleep at all that night and had to go to work in the morning. When he called that morning his boss was understanding and gave him the day off so he used it to get a new door and some better locks, after documenting the damage. He spent the day cleaning his house between the repairs and passing out on his couch from exhaustion. The next day started better, the would be burgler was caught that morning trying to mug a plain clothes cop, at least someone who matched the deacription was. James went to work a bit more secure in his security, but still worried. When he walked into the office it was buisiness as usual except for the occasional “are you okay” or “shit happens man”. He put his new paperweight on his desk and started working on his backlog. Life went on for a few weeks, before the company he worked for hit some financial troubles. On a friday, just before the weekend officially began James was called into his bosses office. “Before we begin, I really hate my job right now. I’m sorry James, but we can’t afford to keep you on.” The sentence hit like an astroid, he had given his life to this job and now he was losing it. “I’ve got a reference letter for you so don’t worry to much. Your not the first we had to lay off and, unfortunately, you won’t be the last.” “Do you know anywhere I can look?” “Outside of some fast food joints, no. Your job will still be open to you if we can get through this but, from what I’ve been hearing…” James understood instantly, the company was fighting bankruptcy. That night him and a few others went to the bar and drowned their sorrows is domestic beer. The next day James awoke with a gong in his skull and the money missing from his wallet, he had no idea how he made it home. When he went in his living room, everything was gone, and his door was wide open, all that money on new locks wasted. After contacting the police and his insurence agency he contacted a realtor, and put his house on the market, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep up the payments. He had all his mail redirected to a P.O box and began looking for a new job and place to live. It was two weeks before his insurence company contacted him, saying they couldn’t cover the theft because he left the door open, and another two weeks to get a job, working the counter at a gas station. His house, luckily enough, sold less than a week later at his asking price. The much needed cash injection became a security diposit on an apartment a block away from his new job. His new job only paid minimum wadge but at least he could eat. He was unable to get much sleep due to his constantly changing schedule, and he was now living paycheck to paycheck. Eventually news hit that his old company was bought out by a competitor and he entered a minor depression. Eventually he could barely get up in the mornings, and his work began to decline. To make matters worse his favorite store went out of business as well. His new routine became wake up, work, eat, sleep, with no change day to day. One day some dumb-ass crashed his car into the gas station causeing it to be closed for a couple of weeks. James remained in his appartment, alone the whole time. He had lost his old job, had to sell hi house, and had nothing going in his life right now. He went to the roof of his apartment the day before the repairs where supposed to be compleated, and lookec over the city. He contemplated his current state, and saw nothing worth saving. He took a step and he was flying. The air rushed around him and he felt weightless, for that split second he felt a pang of joy, and regret as he noticed the sidewalk quickly approaching. Across town, his former boss was mailing him a letter to ask him to join in a new business venture. “He’ll be glad to get this, he can’t be doing to well right now.” He said to a man standing near him. The other man simply responded “Well, you know what they say. ‘Always darkest before the dawn.’”