Prompt: a stack of papers a few inches away from the shredder.


Deep within the confines of the Dunder Mifflin Paper Company, in the darkest office in the darkest floor of the darkest building sat a short stack of paper. Having made this small office space its home several years previous, it spent its days sitting alone and forgotten. The stack considered itself to be important, the things within were, as it believed, crucial to the survival of the company. Yet there it stayed. Year after year with no sign of hope.

Finally, the company switched ownership and the newly instated management was able to increase the equity of the company resulting in the reopening of the branch in which the paper stack was located.

When the lights came back on the small stack of paper believed it was finally its time to shine.  Slowly but surely the office filled itself with workers, busying themselves with the work required to keep the company afloat. The stack knew that this would finally be it's time to shine. It knew that someone would notice it and allow its contents to enlighten the collective minds of the entire company. The stack found itself elated when a human had thrown a glance its direction. An air of importance washed over the stack. Finally it could be recognized as valuable.

The man grabbed the stack and heaved it up onto the main desk. The shredder next to the paper looked lonely. It had been forgotten like the stack. The two sat together in that office for quite some time. The man from earlier, busted through the doors and picked up the stack of papers, placing them in the shredder. The bond those two inanimate objects had formed during that time died when the on button was pressed.