《Let's Dig Some Holes》


 The First Hole

    You¡¯re late!


    I¡¯m sorry babe. I¡¯m running a bit late.


    This project is giving me a big headache.


    How much longer until you finish?


    Give me 15 minutes to wrap this up.


    I¡¯ll meet you in 30.


    Hurry! The movie is nearly starting!


    Isn¡¯t it just the previews right now?


    BUT THE PREVIEWS ARE THE BEST PART!


    Why would we go to a movie we¡¯ve seen like a bazillion times?


    FOR THE PREVIEWS! HURRY UP!Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


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    I¡¯m almost done.


    What¡¯s the audience like?


    Full house! But they¡¯re not really a good bunch.


    There¡¯s muffled whining and crying.


    Some are choking on their snot.


    Even after that whole spiel about respecting other movie goer¡¯s experience.


    I swear, I think the passed out one is the only one tolerable here.


    I thought the movie hasn¡¯t started yet.


    Why are they so emotional already?


    Well the previews used to be the best part.


    But from all the movie reviews out there now people pretty much know what to expect.


    I still can¡¯t understand why they¡¯re so upset already.


    The movie hasn¡¯t even started.


    Any familiar faces?


    Ummm¡­ All of them?


    Wow! The same audience!?


    Yeah, I guess some mob mentality went on.


    They all jumped from the previous movie to this one.


    They wanted to watch the sequel that much?


    Apparently so.


    Are you finished yet?


    Yeah, I¡¯m about to come through the door.


    SHOWTIME!


    Attention ladies and gentlemen!


    The sequel to ESCAPE THE MURDEROUS MOVIE ¨C LIVE! is about to start.


    Don¡¯t worry about turning off your cellphones to stop it from interrupting other viewers¡¯ experiences. We¡¯ve already destroyed them ~

 The Second Hole

    The noodles were cold.


    Yet I continued to eat them.


    But the more I ate the more pathetic I felt.


    I felt like crying as I continued to polish off the noodles.


    Yet no tears came through.


    I no longer ate for the hunger. Not that I was hungry to begin with.


    I no longer ate for the flavor. Homemade but I could no longer care.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    I ate just to finish it. To be done with it.


    In the end I¡¯m left with a bowl of leftover broth and the tiny bits floating in it.


    I have no desire to finish neither the broth nor the broken pieces that once were long strands of noodles or chunky meat.


    I stare into the bowl of leftovers as I stir my chopsticks in it.


    In the end, I dumped it down the drain and left the bowl in the sink.


    My stomach is full but I still feel empty.


    I opened the fridge. Craving for a little something extra but not truly knowing what.


    I saw a little container of strawberry greek yogurt. Not from my favorite brand but it¡¯ll do.


    I opened it up and scarfed it down, gaining goosebumps along the way. I finished it feeling bloated and regretful.


    But at least now I feel something.


    I feel cold.