It was a horrid, murky place to work, nothing was ever clean, it was always cold, the electrics were the worst, I’m surprised no one ever died; on site that is, most there were already dead given we harvested human corpses and took out their souls. Corpse parts for the doctors, to keep the live ones living; souls for the Archives of Everything and Encyclopedia of Everyone. Crooks forced it out and I, Shank, caught it, got it in the bottle. Someone else further down catalogued and stored and whatnot- we were just the practical people, the Corpselarks of Afterwards.
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Version 2:
It was a horrid, murky place to work, nothing was ever clean, it was always cold, the electrics were the worst, I’m surprised no one ever died; on site that is, most there were already dead given we harvested human corpses to take out their soul. Some parts went to keep the live ones living but the soul was for the Archives of Everything and Encyclopedia of Everyone. Crooks forced it out and I, Shank, caught it, got it in the bottle. Others further down catalogued and stored and whatnot- we were just the practical people, the Corpselarks of Afterwards.
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Version 2:
It was a horrid, murky place to work, nothing was ever clean, it was always cold, the electrics were the worst, I’m surprised no one ever died; on site that is, most there were already dead given we harvested human corpses to take out their soul. Some parts went to keep the live ones living but the soul was for the Archives of Everything and Encyclopedia of Everyone. Crooks forced it out and I, Shank, caught it, got it in the bottle. Others further down catalogued and stored and whatnot- we were just the practical people, the Corpselarks of Afterwards.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
