[CC] Oleg and Two's Job Applications by cruelranch, literature
Literature
[CC] Oleg and Two's Job Applications
THEY MUST NOT BE SEPERATED. THEY ARE FATHER AND SON.... **I am dragged out of the Denny's** Oleg’s Job Application Prompt #1 (⅓) 629 words Character: Oleg Oleg had become quite bored with retirement having settled into his bones. He did not work out, had no friends to speak to, and had seen reruns of reruns. He had fixed every possible thing needing to be fixed in his home. All without calling anyone for assistance. Sure, the toilet sometimes flushes when you flip the garage light off, but that was a small price to pay. As he walked down the driveway, he knelt down to pick up the newspaper to see if anything interesting was going on in town. Oleg could use something interesting, since his life had nothing of the sort. Oleg squinted at the newspaper headline, “Karaoke Club Downtown Booming”, he had always liked karaoke. When he was younger he had gone many times with his cousins Goncharov and Alexi back home. When he began working at the station he and coworkers could let off steam
1306 words Characters: Alymere, Filip(‘s body) and Dr. NPC (small cameo) Alymere huffed in frustration, no amount of itching his scalp would relieve the sensation of the agonizing tingling occurring in, on, and below his skin. He had tried different shampoos and conditioners, turning the shower water temperature down, changing his bedding, and asking Yuta to do the same. Alymere would never admit this to anyone but he even attempted to scratch the itch with one of his golden forks. Alymere even made an attempt to ignore the temptation to itch. However, it was no use. That idea was incredibly short lived. The desire to scratch was far too strong. Even if someone had tied his arms and legs up, Alymere surely would have found a way to itch his scalp raw. Up to that point, he had left it up to time to solve. Surely it would go away if enough time passed. There was an issue however, as it turned out, Alymere had to attend a gathering of sorts. Nothing as grand as the galas he used to