I've been wanting to get involved in the Flash Community again for a long time now, and I think this may be the way to do it. I've wanted to just be able to write stuff for someone to animate for a long time and this is the perfect opportunity also; I'm not a great animator, unfortunately.

Anyway, here is a short story I came up with, within an hour or so. It just popped up in my head and I felt the need to write it. I hope its what ReNaeNae was looking for as far as stories go. I know its maybe a bit too long, and maybe a bit too dark, but I tried to throw in a small comedic element in it, in regards to the place of business being Staples. Anyway, done with my rattling, here it is. Comments are welcome too!
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"Easy", a short story by Jon Cundiff.

Have you ever seen someone and it made you want to choke them so badly your hands start to tremble and your heart feels as if its going to burst out of your chest? Well, thats how I feel at the moment.

Everytime I work with this guy, my hair stands on end and I get that urge once again. Now, I'm not a violent person, I like playing with my stuffed animals as much as the next person, but this guy causes all of my collectiveness to evaporate like water on a hot day.

Here I am, working the register, dreading the time he walks in the door, when he strolls in like he's on wheels thinking he's the King of Awesome(when clearly, thats' me) and looks dead at me. I know he's going to say soemthing stupid, he always does. I also note my hands are trembling with the want of wrapping them around his throat.

"Hey Ben, how's it going?" Roy says to me as he glides up to the counter.

I peak over and see he's on roller blades. Roller blades on carpet of all things. This caused my hands to shake some more.

"Its going well enough Roy," I replied, my face solemn. I was hoping he'd go away and go to his part of the store.

To my dismay, he didn't.

"You oaky Ben? You look like you need a hug." He then threw his arms wide and had that cheesy grin on his face. Those nasty teeth of his proceeded to smack me in the face.

Thing is, the teeth, I can stand, its the hug comment I can't stand. He makes the comment so often its unbearable. At first I laughed jokingly, but it quickly lost what little charm it had.

I realized my hands were trembling worse than ever.

Thankfully he realized I wasn't going to allow him to hug me so he dropped his arms, done away with the smiling and skated off. Hopefully to the electronics so he could do his job and let me do mine. He honestly was the worst element of my job at Staples, other than him, I loved it with a passion almost.

As soon as he was gone my hands quit trembling.

"This isn't good," I told myself. "I shouldn't have that sort of animosity toward him. He hasn't done anyhting to me."

A few seconds later a customer came up, ready to pay for her items and go. This continuted for the next few hours and it, thankfully, was a blur.

It was now 9:00AM and we were closed. It was time to clean up. Since I didn't have any more customers to wait on, Rudy asked if I would take the trash to the back and put it next to the door for those who worked tomorrow morning to take it out. I really didn't want to do it.

Agreeing to do what he asked, I grabbed the trash and headed toward receiving which is where the back door was located, along with our overstocked-furniture and otehr items. Mainly bigger items were back him; smaller items, such as notebooks and ink were on teh sales floor overstock sections.

On my way to receiving I quickly scanned the floor for any sign of Roy to no avail. He either had to be in teh bathroom, or where I was headed; receiving. I was willing to put my money on the latter that was where he was located.

Sure enough, as I pushed open the double doors there he stood, flattening and breaking down boxes and placing them in the carboard baler.

He looked up at me as soon as I stepped in.

"Hey Ben, still need a hug?" Roy throw his hands wide again and had that smile on his face once again too.

My hands started to tremble again.

"No, I don't need one."

I headed toward the back door which stood a rough fifteen to twenty feet from the cardboard baler.

I dropped the trash next to the door, turned from it and saw Roy breaking down more boxes and stuffing them into the baler.

As I watched him I felt taht near-uncontrollable urge to wrap my hands around his neck agian. This time I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. And before I realized it, my feet were taking me over there. My hands must be doing it, I thought. But how? It must be a subconscience thing, I thought. My hands don't have a mind of their own.

I was now no more thna a foot or two behind him. I was standing there, waiting for something. For what, I don't know.

Then he turned around and my hands instantly went for his throat.

his eyes grew wide in surprise and panic and looked as if they were going to pop out of his head and was met with a gurgling sound coming from his mouth. He then tried to pull my hands away, but it proved futile; nothing was going to pull my hands away at this point.

Realizing I couldn't stand here choking him forever, I saw the gate to the baler was open and knew what to do next; I'd push him in it.

Seeing that Roy was growing weak and lifeless, I shoved him against the baler and quickly grabbed his legs and tossed him into the baler. He landed with a muffled thud on top the cardboard.

Knowing he'd be getting his wits about him I quickly pulled down the gate and smacked the "down" button on the control panel.

Asll I remember are the screams and the look he gave me. The only thing I can think of is the fact he realized he shouldn't have kept bugging me.

As soon as the baler went down as far as it would go, I looked over to see Rudy standing there with a somewhat blank expression on his face. I mmediately thought he was going to run off and call the police on me.

But to my surprise, he didn't. He walked over to me and smiled.

"I was watching you teh whole time. I guess you forgot about the camera up there." He pointed above and toward the double doors.

I was flabbergasted at the fact he seemed so calm.

He took a breath before continuing. "I never liked the kid anyway. No one did actually."

I still was at a loss for words.

"And don't worry, no one will find out. As long as I can help it." He then gave me a playful wink.

"I couldn't believe that came out of his mouth.

"But you do know what this calls for, don't you?"

"What?" I barely managed to choke out. No pun intended of course.

Rudy then pulls an Easy Button from his pocket.

"A Perfect time to say, 'That Was Easy'!." He then laughed and clicked the actual button and it repeated, "That Was Easy."

I couldn't help to crack a smile. It was after all the best use of an Easy Button I had ever witnessed as long as I've been working at Staples.

The End.

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That's it, I hope you all like. Feel free to tell me any grammatical errors and the like. I have the fact to actual signify a paragraph you have to put an extra line break in there, it realy bugs me. As someone who writes and/or uses MS Word often enough, I really wish there was a real paragraphing function in here.

Oh and just for general reasons and such, Staples doesn't endorse this short story whatsoever, and the Easy Button and the phrase, "That Was Easy" is copyrighted to Staples and all that jazz. If someone higher up ever saw this, I hope they wouldn't get mad, since I work there.

Har harharhahrahrar.