Literature
Day 21 of Egotober 2019: Sleep
This word, that letter, the square root of this is...
‘Nein, nein, nein...’ Henrik von Schneeplestein muttered under his breath. Scrunched up bits of paper littered his desk and were dropping onto the floor of his office. However, he was too distracted to notice; his work was his only focus.
Henrik...
The doctor’s head suddenly shot up, and he darted his head around the small room: he was certain he heard someone whisper. He waited for a few more seconds but heard nothing. He huffed; it must be the sleep deprivation. He'd been working non-stop for days, but he had to get this right. He had to fix things and take things ba