It was a ADJECTIVE and ADJECTIVE TIME OF DAY when my computer pinged with a new email notification. The subject line read, “: Special Project Inquiry,” and it was from an unknown sender. Curiosity piqued, I opened the message.
The email was brief, stating that the sender had seen my COLLECTIVE NOUN online and was impressed with my work. They had a project for me, one that they claimed was unlike anything I’d ever worked on before. The pay was ADJECTIVE, enough to catch my attention despite the CREEPY ADJECTIVE tone of the message. They asked if I could schedule a call to VERB the details.
Hesitant yet FEELING, I agreed to the call, providing my contact information. Within UNITS OF TIME, my phone rang with an unknown number flashing on the screen. I answered, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and NEGATIVE FEELING.
The voice on the other end was TONE OF VOICE and distorted as if it was being run through a voice changer. “Thank you for taking my call. I’ve heard you’re the SUPERLATIVE at what you do, and I have a project that requires your unique COLLECTIVE NOUN,” the voice said, its tone shrouded in FEELING.
I pressed for details, but the individual remained ADJECTIVE, only referring to the project as “The
Assignment.” They explained that it dealt with a subject matter beyond ordinary comprehension, something they referred to as the RECURRING NAME, CONSISTING OF AN ADJECTIVE + COLLECTIVE NOUN. They assured me that all would become clear once I began working.
Feeling a mix of TWO CONTRASTING FEELINGS, I agreed to take on the project, but with one
condition — I wanted PERCENTAGE of the payment upfront. There was a pause, and then a quiet TYPE OF LAUGH from the other end of the line. “Very well, I VERB WITH POSITIVE
CONNOTATION a person who values their work. You’ll have your payment by tomorrow.”
True to their word, the money was in my PLACE WHERE PEOPLE KEEP THEIR MONEY the next day. As I began diving into the project, trying to unravel the mysteries of the RECURRING NAME, I found myself spiraling into a world of NEGATIVE FEELING and doubt. The more I researched, the less I understood, and a creeping sense of dread began to take hold.
Days turned into weeks, and the project consumed me. Sleepless nights were spent trying to make sense of the incomprehensible information I was dealing with. The voice would call periodically, asking for updates and encouraging me to delve deeper into the RECURRING NAME.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was lost in a sea of FEELING. The feeling that I was dealing with something I shouldn’t have agreed to in the first place had overwhelmed me. I decided to contact the CREEPY ADJECTIVE client and put an end to this NOUN.
“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice shaking as I spoke into the phone. “I’ve PAST TENSE VERB the payment back to you. I’m out.”
There was a moment of NOUN before the voice responded, its tone now CREEPY ADVERB
ADJECTIVE. “You shouldn’t have done that,” it said before the line went dead.
Shaken, I grabbed my NOUN and left the PLACE, needing to put as much distance between myself and the project as possible. As I approached my front door upon returning, the wind carrying the storm’s remnants whispered around me, and I heard it—a ADJECTIVE voice, barely audible but undeniably present.
“Don’t forget about the RECURRING NAME.”
Chills ran down my BODY PART as I fumbled with my keys, my hands trembling. I needed to get inside, to escape the voice and the idea of the RECURRING NAME. But deep down, I knew that this mysterious project, whatever it truly was, would forever VERB in the PLURAL NOUN of my mind.inged with a new email notification. The subject line read, “: Special Project Inquiry,” and it was from an unknown sender. Curiosity piqued, I opened the message.
The email was brief, stating that the sender had seen my COLLECTIVE NOUN online and was impressed with my work. They had a project for me, one that they claimed was unlike anything I’d ever worked on before. The pay was ADJECTIVE, enough to catch my attention despite the CREEPY ADJECTIVE tone of the message. They asked if I could schedule a call to VERB the details.
Hesitant yet FEELING, I agreed to the call, providing my contact information. Within UNITS OF TIME, my phone rang with an unknown number flashing on the screen. I answered, my heart racing with a mix of anticipation and NEGATIVE FEELING.
The voice on the other end was TONE OF VOICE and distorted as if it was being run through a voice changer. “Thank you for taking my call. I’ve heard you’re the SUPERLATIVE at what you do, and I have a project that requires your unique COLLECTIVE NOUN,” the voice said, its tone shrouded in FEELING.
I pressed for details, but the individual remained ADJECTIVE, only referring to the project as “The
Assignment.” They explained that it dealt with a subject matter beyond ordinary comprehension, something they referred to as the RECURRING NAME, CONSISTING OF AN ADJECTIVE + COLLECTIVE NOUN. They assured me that all would become clear once I began working.
Feeling a mix of TWO CONTRASTING FEELINGS, I agreed to take on the project, but with one
condition — I wanted PERCENTAGE of the payment upfront. There was a pause, and then a quiet TYPE OF LAUGH from the other end of the line. “Very well, I VERB WITH POSITIVE
CONNOTATION a person who values their work. You’ll have your payment by tomorrow.”
True to their word, the money was in my PLACE WHERE PEOPLE KEEP THEIR MONEY the next day. As I began diving into the project, trying to unravel the mysteries of the RECURRING NAME, I found myself spiraling into a world of NEGATIVE FEELING and doubt. The more I researched, the less I understood, and a creeping sense of dread began to take hold.
Days turned into weeks, and the project consumed me. Sleepless nights were spent trying to make sense of the incomprehensible information I was dealing with. The voice would call periodically, asking for updates and encouraging me to delve deeper into the RECURRING NAME.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was lost in a sea of FEELING. The feeling that I was dealing with something I shouldn’t have agreed to in the first place had overwhelmed me. I decided to contact the CREEPY ADJECTIVE client and put an end to this NOUN.
“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice shaking as I spoke into the phone. “I’ve PAST TENSE VERB the payment back to you. I’m out.”
There was a moment of NOUN before the voice responded, its tone now CREEPY ADVERB
. “You shouldn’t have done that,” it said before the line went dead.
Shaken, I grabbed my NOUN and left the PLACE, needing to put as much distance between myself and the project as possible. As I approached my front door upon returning, the wind carrying the storm’s remnants whispered around me, and I heard it—a voice, barely audible but undeniably present.
“Don’t forget about the RECURRING NAME.”
Chills ran down my BODY PART as I fumbled with my keys, my hands trembling. I needed to get inside, to escape the voice and the idea of the RECURRING NAME. But deep down, I knew that this mysterious project, whatever it truly was, would forever VERB in the PLURAL NOUN of my mind.
