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GiD- StephenStephen loved working. He didn't really care what he was doing or how much he was earning, just so long as he had a job to do. He loved the satisfaction that came from a job well done, he loved making someone's day easier or brighter, he loved the easy exhaustion that came over him when his shift ended. He loved earning his sleep.GiD- Stephen in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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Stephen's parents didn't quite understand this part of their only child, being that they were both born filthy rich, but they indulged him, anyway.
Stephen's current job was as a librarian in the massive library owned by a friend of his parents. It was filled with dusty old volumes of poetry, plays, classic novels, collections of literary legends like Poe. There were a few shelves of contemporary books, and a large children's section for the owner's adorable six-year-old triplets. Stephen was absolutely smitten with all three girls and spent most of his working hours reading to them.
GiD- TaylorTaylor eased the door to his brother's room open slowly, doing his best to be quiet, despite being alone in the house. Jacob was almost five years older than him and could beat him up with both hands tied behind his back, so Taylor was just naturally inclined to silent in anything involving his 21-year-old brother.GiD- Taylor in Short Stories
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The room was, of course, empty. It was also a mess, but Taylor knew just where to find what he was looking for. It was a book with the most boring title known to man - A Dissertation on the Study of Sedimentary Buildup in Rural America - that looked like it should weight about ninety pounds, minimum. It didn't, though, because it was hollow, and Jacob kept his cash in there.
The book was right where it was supposed to be, halfway under a pile of dirty clothes shoved under the bed. He didn't bother digging it out, instead wiggling under the bed and lifting the cover carefully. It was about half full of n