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Challenge of the Week LXXVII
This week we're going to try something different. Very different. Sort this challenge feed by newest. Read the most recent post, then continue it. Posts will be constrained to 700 words, so nobody has to read a novella before writing their own entry. When evaluating, we'll read the posts in order, from oldest to newest. Feel free to depart from the previous author stylistically, thematically, or in whichever way you choose, though your entry should be somehow connected to the previous entry. If the previous post is nonsensical, or otherwise hopelessly salvageable, continue from the most recent post you can. (If you do elect to continue from a different post, it'd be helpful if you could indicate which post you're continuing from). We'll write the first sentence. "The dream came to an abrupt end when the hysterical ringing of the telephone split the midnight silence."

The Real

She snapped to find cussing words floating out of her mouth as she saw herself hurling insults at her boss who stood incredulous as she took the verbal shower abuse. She saw herself arriving earlier to work to find herself summoned to her boss's presence. She remembere having both uncomfortable and defiant feelings at one. As if she had a battle to fight, and at one end, she will come winning and at the other end come out losing. She didn't know which demon was more in control of her, her jealousy of her boss's new favorite co-worker or her pride as she deemed herself the one most knowledgable to get things done. Her mind strayed a few days back when a task was called to order and she was assigned to it by her boss who raised above others because of her feist, determinatino, and firm resolve. So much so, she never hesitated to berate her boss if need be. Maybe, at the beginning in the most sutbltest of ways, but her boss always gave in to her. Maybe because she reminded her of her youth. Maybe she like the more determined, feminist side of her. As her boss bloated her over, she took the task. A few days later, she found out that the boss had given the same task to her co-worker. She needed to have demonic control. She needed to be the one unthroned. As the co-workers met in the corridor, words were spun at the speed light and spat out even faster, with accusations and insults interchanging as quickly as they could be thought of. A inner city street girls' fight transferred into the corridors of finesse, and people getting hurt in all directions without a single one being admitted to hospital.

Then her memories stopped as she felt her demons marking her ready for the boil and the blurt. She heard her boss scold and belittle. She heard her bring her down from her tower of Babylon. Inside her head, she did not know which reality to hang on to. Should she hang on to the reality that she actually had no control over the matter? Or should she hang on to the reality that she has control over herself and no one has control over her? As she sawyed between them, her head chose the latter, and decided to take berating her boss to new heights. The inside of her mouth was the inside of a cannon as it fired its unmissable shot, transforming all reality into fragments she would live to regret.

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