Happy Shack pt. 9

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Happy Shack pt. 8

Sorry it's been awhile. Life and all that...But I've started working on Happy Shack again and will try to have more frequent updates. I'm way ahead in my journal, and lemme tell you...it's getting good! So here's the next installment. I recommend rereading the previous sections to get back into the story (just click on the Happy Shack tag on the bottom of the post).

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There were more people at The Pools than normal. Bodies crowded right up to the edges of the large dry basins. Bodies draped over heating pipes that snaked up from the floor and pierced the plastered walls. Walls once wrapped in gilded ivy and fluttering cupids, now gray and furred with dust like so much fruit long forgotten. The ever-present glitchers teetered through the masses looking for anything they could swallow, smoke or inject. Anything to silence the whine of the city.

Happy Shack: part 7

 The next installment! If you need to read them all, click the Happy Shack label at the bottom of the post.
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We picked our way back through the dreck and rivulets of decomp juice, me stealing glances, her strangely quiet. I’d been hoping to kiss her goodbye at the Happy Shack, but now it didn’t seem right.

Happy Shack part 6

“Sharks? I don’t worry about sharks. As long as you stay off the major tracks, you know, where they give a glitch to plow, you’re fine. Sharks aren’t too fond of the smell of dreck.”

Happy Shack: Part 5

The next installment!

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“You can’t be in here.” A male voice cut through the black. It came from my left.

Happy Shack pt. 4

Behind Happy Shack, spewing out and around the back door, were piles of broken down restaurant equipment, greasy guts now rusted to shit. I sat on what looked like an old heating unit, it’s warmth long since spent, sent out into nothing until it becomes nothing itself.

Happy Shack pt. 2

Happy Shack: Net 11 is what we like to call home from about midnight to dawn, when the thermometer reads “Goddamn Cold” instead of “Freeze Your Nuts Off Cold”. I say dawn, but we usually got kicked out before that. Once we stop buying, the serving machines stop serving, and if you hang around long enough, the sharks will nab you for loitering, and nobody wants to deal with that, especially when it’s cold enough to--well you know.

Happy Shack pt. 1

A rough beginning to a short story that's been bouncing around in my head for about a year now...

3.4.11- Edited. I added the last paragraph. Helps explain the worlds a bit better.
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Happy Shacks on the lower levels look just like Happy Shacks at the upper levels. Same immaculate white light, soft, no shadows. Same white paper hats, same white teeth gleaming from behind mechanized smiles. You’d think the dreck showers would dull that gleam, but nope. Happy Shack remains unblemished and the whites stay white.