This is a series of short (sometimes very short) stories that depicts the every day life of Corbin. At times there isn't going to be a whole lot going on, this series is mostly just so I can practice and grow as a writer so from time to time the style and point of view its written from may change.

I'm honestly not sure what to call the "chapters" for this story so the title may chance. For now i'm sticking with a number of days, I won't be writting out whole days from morning to night, just the important parts. They are also going to vary in length so some, like this one, are going to be short. Anyway enough from me.


Day. 1

A few rays of light pierce through the glass in the living room, warm light caressing the walls moments before the raven walked through the doorway. He took a moment to look over the mostly vacant room, eyeing the desk littered with papers. He wasn't sure why he had stopped to look he had seen the room before, nothing ever changed. Taking a seat at the desk the black bird reached into his coat and pulled out his last pack of cigarettes, checking to see how many he had left with a scowl.

Picking out the last cigarette in the pack, he runs a match against the wood of the desk, lifting the two objects to his beak as his phone starts to go off. He takes the time to properly light up, taking a long drag while waving out the match before picking up the phone. “Corbin.” The name was more breathed out than spoken, clearing his lungs of the cancerous vapor. “You're coming here? Why?” He turned his head to look around the room, cigarette butts and empty bottles of whiskey peppered around the floor. “Can't I just send it in? You know how I feel about, well, everyone.” He took a couple quick puffs, watching the smoke float around the room. “Fine, but you can't stay long.”

The call ended and he tossed the phone onto the table, putting his talons around the cigarette in his beak while taking a long drag from it. His eyelids fell shut as smoke came from his nostrils. “Crap.” He got up from his chair and grabbed a trashcan lazily throwing away trash and organizing the papers until the doorbell called him away to the front door. Two voices sounded softly from the other room, the crow's growing louder as he walked back into the living room . “Yeah, it's in here.” He walked over to the desk to grab the papers as a second figure stood in the doorway.

With papers in hand he walked back over and gave it to the figure that stood just outside the living room. “Here, its finished, might need some editing.” The voice of the figure outside the doorway sounded deep, the voice filling the room while the crow nodded in agreement. “I think I can hold on for a few days for payment.” The two headed away from the living room, front door closing before the raven returned to sit at the desk. He let out a sigh as he eyed the empty pack of cigarettes. “Crap.”



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