{"sf1_id":634182,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Corporate: Part 4 of 8","author":"Extrementalis","words":357,"posted_at":"2013-12-19T22:07:00.000Z","tags":["Christmas","Story","Story Progression","Update"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/634182-the-corporate-part-4-of-8","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/634182","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=634182\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of Writing\n\nFourth installment of the Corporate. The story will be updated daily until Christmas when part 8 will be released.","content":"The Winter Chronicles\n\nDecember of 2013\n\nThe Corporate: Part 4 of 8\n\nOnce again was Harold traveling through the winter slop. And while his coat was warm enough,\n\nit did little to stop the icy wind. As Harold continued to make his way thought the mess, he\n\nrealized that he no longer recognized his surroundings. But that was impossible as he knew the city\n\nlike the back of his hand. Determined to find his whereabouts, Harold walked on in search of a\n\nlandmark.\n\nAs he continued, Harold noticed something rather peculiar. Coming to a corner, his suspicion\n\nwas confirmed. Neither in front, nor behind him was a single soul to be spotted. This case was true\n\nfor both of the intersecting streets as well. Harold looked up to the street sign to find where he\n\nwas. The sign was blank.\n\nAt the sight of this, Harold became chill. It wasn't the cold air or the freezing winds that\n\nchilled him, but rather something much deeper inside him. Harold began to run. He ran, and ran in a\n\ndesperate attempt to find the place he had come from. He came to an intersection and froze in his\n\ntracks. It was the same intersection he had just ran from.\n\nHarold's heart was racing now. Where was he? What is this cursed place? He turned to run\n\naway again, then jumped back in a startled shock.\n\nA small child stood before him. Where had he come from? Where were his parents? But more\n\nimportantly, where had he come from? Harold knelt down to a knee and asked the child, in the calmest voice he could\n\nmuster, what this place was. The child stood silent, and Harold asked again. This time, the child\n\nraised his hand towards Harold. In it, he held a large and unwrapped chocolate bar.\n\nHarold did not want candy, he wanted answers. He asked the boy once more but the child extended\n\nhis hand farther as if to insist Harold take it. After several more attempts, Harold gave in and took\n\nhold of the bar. As he touched it, a bright light erupted and Harold was blinded.\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/633614-the-corporate-part-3-of-8.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/635337-the-corporate-part-5-of-8.json"}