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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
Ended October 31, 2017 • 20 Entries • Created by SpaceyCasey
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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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Tee_Hi
193 reads

That’s What I Do

You can't see me. But you CAN hear me. As I breathe in your ear. Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale.

You break the monotony by asking a question, to which I respond in-kind. Still faceless. Yet my voice resonates in your ear, heckling you, asking for more and more information, until one of us considers the interview over and disconnects the bond.

Sometimes, I might even get someone else to breathe in your ear, to speak in your ear, all the while a faceless entity with knowledge about YOU.

"Thank you for calling Customer Support. My name is Trina. How may I help you?" 

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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MissChanelleJoy
102 reads

I get paid to hurt you...

I know all your tender spots, those places that hurt the most and I'm going to dig into them, poke them, prod them, pummel and pound them.

I look at you lying there, so vulnerable, and chuckle to myself knowing you will soon be pushed to the limits of your pain.

Should I use my thumbs? Elbows? Suction cups? Needles?

Should I pull your limbs? Stretch you? Contort and twist you?

The pleasant music sings in a lying lullaby.

I grin and crack my knuckles. Oh where should I begin...?

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
cosmohomer
126 reads

Authorized Personnel Only Beyond This Point

I know almost everything about you. I know where you live. I know your significant other's name. I know where it hurts. I know all of this because you tell me. 

My colleagues subject you to more questioning. They poke and probe you with you sharp and sterile objects. In this confined space, everyone can hear you scream.

After it is all said and done you are allowed to get dressed. Before we release you back into the world, I have the nerve to ask you for money for services rendered.

I'm the registration clerk in an Emergency Room.

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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ruffmiriam
107 reads

Minor Corrections

I take your words and hack away at them, slashing them to pieces, rearranging them again and again so they look better on the page and sound better when they're read out loud. I slap down new words and try to coerce you into using them in place of your own. Of course, you're under no obligation to oblige, but what damage will be done if you don't? And I'll hand you back your copy, bleeding with red ink, with a smile and a bill for my services. You're welcome.

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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LilacMaroon
95 reads

If you ever want to see your kids again

You're speeding home.

You plead with God, listening to the dial tone again. Pick-up, dammit!

You reach voicemail a third time. 

You have three minutes until you can skid into your driveway - three minutes of terrifying possibilities cycling through your mind.

You swerve down your neighborhood street.  Convulsing, you leap from the car, blood pulsating, prepared to commit voluntary manslaughter.  No one is downstairs.

You bound upstairs in two strides, screaming his name.  You throw his door open-

My back is facing the door.  I turn; he's drooling on my left sleeve.  I whisper, "Look!  He's finally asleep."

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
D_Reaper
125 reads

It Happens at Night

It happens every night. Reaper watches as the people disappear. It's Slow at 1st then it's to quickly to count. Reaper climbs the stairs, ascending up and up winding back and forth. Reaching the top Reaper will peer around the dim corners ignoring the solitary giggles of a little girl and responding to the voiceless whistle’s with his own. Then... 

Click! Click! Click! 

The lights go off on their own and the doors lock themselves with a snap. All is dark. Even Reaper’s most loyal followers abandon him now. Reaper must face the darkness alone.

Reaper does night security

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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justaperson
134 reads

Or in other words

Every day I am put into a building full of people my age. We are forced through 50 minute periods of different styles of mental tortures. With the second period being physical and a 30 minute break to consume prepared food in between 5th and 6th periods. The torturer decides about every week and a half that we are ready to be tested and we take a long, complicated test. They grade them and our grades decide where we go for more torture after we are let out after 4 years. 

Or in other words, I go to high school. 

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Explain what you do for a living, but make it sound scary. Tag me in it please.
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lostAlice
105 reads

Forget your Dreams.

Zombies to my left and right, 

eyes half-closed as we write.

The shrill alarm screams,

and we wake from our dreams

to be dragged down the track

that leaves us raw and cracked

Down the looming corridor

Don't look at the coroner 

he decides your fate

Test A, or B?

Pencil to paper,

scratch, scratch, 

Our hearts taper

as we're filed down

to perfection

4 AP classes?

That's not enough.

Your eyes should be red,

your hand swollen from writing,

your body dead 

from avoiding bed,

your mind 

slowly

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and surely

⠀⠀

dying.

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High school fun:)

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Skyriter1
90 reads

The Power of God

I create and destroy life in a single decision. People exist because of my need and want for them, but the second they are no longer needed or wanted; I end them. Universes come and go at will. One can contain brothers lost through time, while another harbours a serial killer that cannot be found by the law.

The eternal struggle of good and evil, light and dark, to be and not to be; I decide it all. Death is inevitable when your profession is being a writer. However the ability to control anything is the addictive part, right? Right.

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JoResner
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Lord of the Toddlers

It's 9 o'clock in the morning and I hear a shrill scream followed by a loud thud. Suddenly, the lights go out and then on again, "Who's doing that?" I say. I hear maniacal laughter as something flies over my head, grazing my scalp. Tucked away in the corner of the room, someone is crying but I can't reach them without tripping over the debris scattered about the floor. Voices shouting nonsense echo from every corner of the room and I can't catch a single thought.

I put my head in my hands and think, "Just another morning at daycare."

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