The a*******n
1130 Words
Sarah woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, ready to start her day. She worked as a graphic designer for a small company and had a busy schedule ahead of her.
She quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. As she sipped her coffee,She checked her phone for any new messages or emails.
She scrolled through social media and saw posts from friends and family, but nothing particularly interesting caught her eye.
After finish drinking coffee, She grabbed her bag and ready to head out of the door.
She see's her parents were sitting in the living room, drinking coffee and watching the news on the TV. Her younger brother, Jason, was playing video games on the couch.
"Good morning, sweetie," her mom greeted her as she walked into the room. "Are you ready for work?"
Sarah smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I am. I have a lot of meetings today, so I need to get going."
"Be sure to eat breakfast before you leave," her dad reminded her. "You don't want to pass out from hunger in the middle of a meeting."
"I know, Dad," Sarah said with a chuckle. "I'll grab something on the way out."
"Did you hear about that UFO sighting last night?" Jason interrupted, pausing his game to look up at Sarah.
Sarah shook her head. "No, I didn't. What happened?"
"Some people in town reported seeing strange lights in the sky," Jason explained. "But the news says it was probably just a weather balloon."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Maybe I'll look into that later."
Her parents exchanged a worried glance, but Sarah didn't notice. She kissed them both goodbye and grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
She made her way down the street, the morning sun shining on her face. As she walked, she took in the sights and sounds of the city, feeling grateful for the bustling energy of the place.
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She arrived at her workplace, a small marketing agency located in the heart of the city. She greeted her co-workers, As Sarah walked towards her office, she ran into her workmate, Lisa. Lisa was a cheerful girl with curly blonde hair and a bubbly personality.
"Hey, Sarah! How's it going?" Lisa asked.
"It's going alright," Sarah replied, forcing a smile.
Lisa noticed the fake smile and furrowed her brows. "Are you okay? You seem a bit down."
Sarah sighed. "I don't know. I've just been feeling a bit lost lately, you know?"
"Lost how?"
"I don't know... I just feel like I'm not really living my life. I go to work, come back home, watch some TV, and go to sleep. And the cycle repeats the next day. I just feel like I'm not really doing anything meaningful with my life," Sarah explained.
Lisa nodded in understanding. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like that too. But you know what helps me? Taking up a hobby or doing something I enjoy. It makes me feel like I'm living a more fulfilling life."
Sarah thought about it for a moment. "You know what, you're right. Maybe I should start doing something for myself."
"That's the spirit!" Lisa cheered, patting Sarah on the back
Sarah sighed. "I don't know. I've just been feeling a bit lost lately, you know?"
Sarah smiled, feeling grateful for Lisa's words of encouragement. She continued walking towards her office, feeling a bit more optimistic about her life.
she settled in at her desk, ready to tackle the day's work.
hours passed quickly as she poured herself into various projects and campaigns, her mind buzzing with creativity and ideas.
As the day drew to a close, Sarah finished up her work and said goodbye to her colleagues, ready to head home and unwind.
Sarah walked out of the office building, taking a deep breath of the fresh evening air. She looked around at the busy streets, filled with people rushing to their destinations.
It was a typical day in the city, but something felt different to her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but a sense of unease lingered in the back of her mind.
She started walking towards the subway station, pulling her coat tighter around herself as the wind picked up.
She could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, signaling a new message. She pulled it out and saw a text from her brother, asking if she wanted to grab dinner with him and their parents that night. Sarah smiled to herself, feeling grateful for the close relationship she had with her family.l
As she made her way to the subway station and caught a train back to her neighborhood,she enjoying the brief respite from the hustle and bustle of the city.
As she descended the stairs to the subway, she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, as if she were being watched. She shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling of paranoia, but couldn't help feeling on edge.
Sarah sat on the subway, her thoughts drifting towards her work and the upcoming weekend.
She had plans to spend time with her friends, enjoying the city's nightlife. However, the feeling of unease continued to linger, making her feel uneasy.
She got off the subway and past by a street performer, playing a haunting melody on a wooden flute. She paused for a moment to listen, her heart filled with a strange mix of emotions. She had always been drawn to music, and the sound of the flute seemed to speak to something deep within her.
After a few minutes, Sarah tore herself away from the music and continued on her way. She walked past shops and restaurants, each one bustling with activity. She took in the vibrant colors of the storefronts and the murals painted on the walls.
she continue to walked towards there home, scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
As Sarah walked down the street, lost in thought, she suddenly felt a strange sensation. It was as if she was being watched. She looked around, but saw no one suspicious. She shrugged it off and continued walking, but the feeling persisted. She quickened her pace, her heart racing with fear.
"As she turned the corner onto her street, she saw a figure emerge from an alleyway. It was a tall, dark figure, with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul. She froze in fear, unsure of what to do.
Can I help you?" she asked, trying to sound confident
The figure approached her slowly, its movements fluid and graceful. It spoke in a language she couldn't understand, but the tone of its voice was menacing.
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