《Rebirth》 Lucky 7am, she wakes up. Ring, Ring, Ring on her phone Turns off alarm. Ignores the texts. Just friends, boys, and simps.
Lisa wakes up at 7am, shuts off her phone alarm, and ignores her 99+ notifications from friends, boys, and simps. She checks her schedule and lets out a sigh of relief upon seeing that she has Advanced Japanese class at 10am. ¡°That¡¯ll be easy¡± she thinks. She doesn¡¯t need to spend much effort on this class since herSobotaught her Japanese as a 10 year old. Lisa learned it while learning all aboutSobo¡¯sboutique clothing shop in Umeda.Sobotold her all about its loyal customers and the employees who came to be like family. Lisa often thought the class was so easy that the school shouldn¡¯t call it advanced. She only took it because it was mandatory for her degree and she needed credits to graduate. Most of her classes came easy. Computer Science, check. Philosophy, no problem. Religion, she¡¯s atheist; her neutral perspective only made it easier to understand anyway. She only wants a high GPA from the prestigious graduate school to land a high paying job in a field she¡¯d like. She doesn¡¯t know what career that is yet. Before grad school she worked as a flight attendant for a charter airline. She was a shoe-in for the job. You could almost say she was born for it. She had the beauty and charm, she put on a calm and friendly face no matter the situation. Disgruntled passenger? No problem. She cooled the situation with a smile on her face. Significant turbulence? Anyone would think she¡¯s survived hundreds of plane crashes. They¡¯d almost be right. As a teenager her flight returning from a college visit made a safe emergency water landing. Since then no flight scared her. She¡¯s always kept her calm, instructed passengers, and continued cabin service. Never a single complaint and always the top ratings. The job had great perks. Free travel using on the airline¡¯s flights. She travelled almost nonstop. She made the most of the opportunity. She saved money by not paying for an apartment. Instead she travelled as much as she could. Almost every week. By the end she checked off all her domestic bucket-list and then some.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. She still wants to go back to Japan. She first went with her parents and had to do boring family things. This time she¡¯d go as an adult, grown and independent. She wants to visit the neighborhood whereSobo¡¯s shop once was. She wants to immerse herself in the culture her mother grew up in, and the heritage which she is so proud of. As she should. She knows she got her gorgeous good looks from her mom anyway. Her passengers were always wealthy. Many were the business types, CEO of This. Founder of That. Some Finance Bros and Traders. The type she¡¯d expect to be pompous, snooty, and holier than thou. But they did know about how to make money. They talked about stocks a lot. One summer passengers began talking about the same company. Across many flights and many different crowds. Everyone mocked it, said it was a joke and that nobody should invest in it. But they all did talk about it. One day, a passenger overheard others mocking the company and snickered to himself. She noticed and they locked eyes. He whispered to her: ¡°The others don¡¯t know what they¡¯re talking about. Investing would be the smartest decision you ever made.¡± He claimed he had made his fortune investing and he retired after that investment. She didn¡¯t believe him, yet his subtle and sure voice echoed for weeks and had her intrigued. She asked a friend for advice. Then she bought a little bit of the company. It was her first and only investment. She used a little bit of the sizeable money saved from not paying rent. A year later, that small investment grew to become large enough for her to never need to work again. She wished she could thank that snickering contrarian for changing her life. But he¡¯s on a beach. Who knows where. And her? Well, she quit her job and cannot travel anymore. Instead, she¡¯s at graduate school preparing for her day. Her favorite part of the morning is putting on her makeup. Not a lot. She wouldn¡¯t want to overdo it and ruin her skin when she gets older. She doesn¡¯t need a lot anyway. After a few years being a late-bloomer she ¡®became hot¡¯ as she put it. All natural, alluring, and magnetic like her mother. Overnight, every boy and man began checking her out. Some did through the corner of their eye. Some tried to hide it and failed. Some catcalled. Some were shy, some were confident. Thankfully some very charming too. She¡¯s got brains, beauty, and business. She¡¯s Lady Luck herself. More notifications arrive on silent mode, as she closes the door to her now empty apartment and thinks: ¡°There has to be more out there. If this is it, it¡¯s not going to work¡± Stairway Generation ¡°I¡¯m so lost. I have to keep going. I can¡¯t stop. If there''s 100 floors I¡¯ll climb all 100. If there¡¯s 1,000 I¡¯ll climb 1,000. Can anyone hear me? Can anyone see me? Is anyone there?¡±
He climbs the dark spiraling stairwell of a tall slender and unending tower. Gentle light from the clear moonlit night sky and the sparkle of the stars illuminates the steps. He¡¯s walked long enough to forget when he started. He does remember entering the tower. It had huge doors which were heavy to open. They revealed a spacious grand lobby, filled with warm lighting, and open empty space. It had ceilings so high and walls so wide they seemed out of sight. He immediately took the grand staircase in front of him to the 2nd floor, an indoor balcony. There he had less room, but he could look down on the ornate maroon carpet with golden fabric vine like patterns. Above him, many large bronze, silver, and gold chandeliers held countless lamps. Their intense heat and light spread throughout the room bathing it in gentle warmth. Exploring the balcony, he opened a few doors. They led to rooms which seemed uninteresting or that he dare not enter. Lest he disturb someone space and privacy. In a corner he opens the stairwell. He entered the much smaller space, still bright by the light flowing in from the doorway. The steps spiral up with a stone brick pillar at the center, and stone brick cylindrical walls. Curious, he continued. Soon he¡¯s higher than the height of the door he left open. He thinks he must have made a full rotation. The light softened and faded as he climbed. With each rotation the stairwell darkened. As did the sky which was visible through the occasional window.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. He climbed for a few minutes seeking a door to exit from. The grand lobby¡¯s glow disappeared and he passed no exit. Looking up he could only see the bottoms of more steps. He wondered if he should go back. Now he wishes he did. But at the time, he didn¡¯t want to face defeat. He kept going up the mysterious stairwell hoping that the next floor is closer to him than the last floor was. On and on he went. Step by step. When he got tired, he¡¯d sit on the steps and take a break before continuing on. With no end in sight, he began to doubt whether he could even reach the exit before he passed out. Exhausted, he thought: ¡°How could those who live here ever use this stairwell? What did they use it for? Where is the next door and where does it lead to?¡± ¡°Should I turn back? I don¡¯t know if I¡¯ll make it to the next door. But I don¡¯t know if I can make it back to the Grand Lobby either!¡± ¡°Well, its easier to go downstairs than it is to go up. I guess I should go back.¡± He turned around and started walking downstairs. His feet felt light again. His steps quickened. They hardly touched one step before moving to the next step below it. The drudgery of climbing fell away and every step came with relief that he¡¯ll soon be out of this stairway. Except the Entrance never came. The drudgery of climbing now matched his drudgery of descending. He tired once again and his steps slowed. The only thing he was sure of, was that he¡¯s closer to the entrance than the next exit. But how far? How high did he go and how much longer must he descend? Windows were all too high to face from the front. But if he twisted himself right he might be able to look out of one below him at an angle. He tried this to no avail. He could not estimate where the bottom of the building was, from within it. But to his shock peering at the landscape outside it appears he must be miles into the sky! ¡°I must¡¯ve dozed off and kept walking, not realizing how far I had gone.¡± ¡°Should I start climbing again? I don¡¯t know where the entrance is anymore. An exit might be closer up there. I also don¡¯t want to have gone through all this without having at least seen what¡¯s up there. Yes. I¡¯ll collect my strength and keep climbing.¡± So on he climbs, in the silent twilight darkness, to the top of the endless tower. ¡°I¡¯m so lost, but I have to keep going.¡± Nightmare
"I''m no sweet dream,
but I''m a hell of a night."
just what I need." The tall bath tub is now filled to the brim with scalding hot water. Not one drop spills as she allows herself to fall deep within it, almost completely submerged.
This week''s date was cute. Rich. Founder of ''That''. But goddamn he was too polite. Men like that want to date someone who''s prim and proper. They want a sweet dream. I can''t stand it! How dare he make me play ''nice'' for so long. I''m too sharp for that. It was so funny. He actually thought I would sleep with him on our first date. Because he gave me money? Get real. I''m no whore. I look too good to be one. I don''t owe anyone a goddamn thing. Thank god we went straight from dinner to his hotel room. He almost seemed like he was going to offer a long romantic walk in the park. I''d have killed myself instead! If only I suggested we skip dinner and gone straight to the wine. I''d have been back in time to sleep by midnight. At least once we got to the room it was in and out. The poor guy, he liked me. He must''ve thought he loved me. He might''ve done anything for me. Definitely would''ve divorced his wife if I ''d asked. It was our first date. He got what he deserves. He had the best fucking date of his life. He never laughed as much as he did with me. He was never so turned on as with me. He never wanted something more than he wanted me. I am his dream in the flesh. His fantasy. What an Idiot. A killer body like mine doesn''t come without a killer mind. It''s always so easy. This time I decided to indulge in his sweet dream. I played nice for a few more minutes after we got into the room. A sweet smile with teeth, along with a giggle as if holding back a laugh. A little peck on the cheek, a little holding his waist. I tell him I never do this. They all believe they''re the only one. I excused myself to the bathroom. I waited a few minutes to give him time to undress and checked my phone. My friends ended up at that rooftop party. Good for them. If only they knew real Fun. Show time. I smashed the bathroom mirror and let out a quiet scream while grabbing a shard. "Baby, can you come take a look at this. I need your help something is wrong" They always want to save you. He rushed in immediately in his boxers. He looked so confused to see me completely fine; to realize I didn''t need saving. Then as I began to show the mirror shard from behind my back, the look of shock on his face was AMAZING! One of the best I''ve seen. top 5. He wasn''t too dumb after all. He went from confused to shock, to realization, and finally to fear and defeat in a matter of seconds! He started crying!!! He begged. He said I owed him. I don''t owe him shit. He offered more money. He said he would do anything. Idiot. I knew that already. He jumped back when I ran at him. He crossed his arms and crossed his face to protect his chest and neck. Too late. Too easy. I moved his arm and slit his throat.