Edgar mopped the floor until it sparkled.
Every inch of the office was spotless, with not a stain, scrape or speck of grime in sight. He grinned. It looked perfect.
Satisfied, Edgar returned the cleaning supplies to the closet, packed up his bloody clothes and left before the janitor arrived.
It all started with one man. He spread it to his roommates. They spread it to the building.
Now it’s affecting whole neighborhoods and there’s no way to stop it.
Despite our warnings, patients refuse to remain isolated.
At this rate, it won’t be long before the whole city’s yawning.
Bill called again this morning. He’s such a sweetheart.
It all started with a wrong number two weeks ago. Now, we talk every day.
I can’t even remember what life was like before him.
I dial Bill’s number with a smile, ignoring the three-month overdue phone bill on my desk.
I walk back home from work, as I’ve always done.
But the walk feels different today.
There’s something in the air. An odd feeling.
Worming its way through my skin, my bones, boring into my gut.
A terrible, inescapable sense of dread.
I left my apartment keys at the office.
My followers are legion.
My kingdom spans continents, covering the entire planet.
People like my messages, passing them on to loved ones and furthering my legend.
Such power in my words. With just one command, I could –
“Bill! What did I say about tweeting during work hours?”
Just. One. Command.
Entire universes have flared to life and died before me.
I have seen the birth of stars, their fiery demise, worlds being created and destroyed.
The passage of time, so slow, seeming to stretch forever.
Ugh, just how long will it take for this lady to figure out her order?
Watch out for the spider!
It crawls along the floor at a leisurely pace, looking for its prey.
Flies and other insects are hardly enough to satisfy its appetite.
You sit perfectly still behind the table, trying not to be noticed.
Should have tested the growth serum on a puppy.