Deep Sleep: A Short Story

By J.L. Shojosh

Delve into the unknown, as you too begin to question the nature of reality. This short story tale is an emotional roller coaster ride, with poignant, yet subtle inferences of notions of technocratic and high-tech neo-feudal-like societies. Scottie is made to question everything he’s ever known, as he finds that his known reality literally fades into inexistence. What happens to Carolyn?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.L. Shojosh
• Release date: Oct 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005185657

J.L. Shojosh

I hope to show the universal humanity inherent in all of us. There's more that we as humans have in common with one another than the differences that sometimes pit us against each other. Through stories, I hope to highlight a few of those commonalities. Love conquers all.

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Deep Sleep

Deep Sleep

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Short Story

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By J.L. SHOJOSH

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Copyright © 2020 Joshua Nsangi. All rights reserved.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Published by R.B. Publishers, Smashwords Edition.

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Before either of the two suns could grace the sky, with their warmth so clear, Scott Odonson was up, already fumigating at the seams. He was sure that Jeff had pulled the usual blundering escapade of making off to bed with the wrong phone.

For crying out loud, Jeff, we talked about this.

Scott stood over the rigidly snoozed character, sure not to remember any of the sternly emphasized platitudes lashed at him. Five times out of seven, Carolyn slept over, which made for an awkward but exhilarating start to the day for Jeff, since she could only manage to sleep naked. It long crossed Carolyn’s mind that Jeff may have been purposely staging the phone swaps.

Could you blame him?

She’d fluttered herself in Jeff’s absence, to Scott’s indifference, as was his sentiment towards all manner of rumblings that was of the ‘pillow-talk’ variety.

Despite the luck-luster start to the day, with no sight for his sore eyes, Scott left the dingy, dilapidated apartment complex just in time. At this point, the first of the two