User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-1809047-20151007221712

This looks like fun.

Everyday Eldritch:

Today is just another day; get up, prep for the day ahead, get everything in working order and just waste about everything precious. Got too old for the job, just died off, someone takes over. Something new comes up, there's the resistance that starts to hurt in certain areas with great shrieks of some sort. This takes a while to die down, pretty soon this new piece of the puzzle starts to fit in like it was always there. Sure the noise and maintenance is a bit of a hassle but people have learned to live with it. Well not everyone, people get so fed up with that thing that they start to hit and complain about it, so much they want to replace it with something better. People try to ignore everything and just get back to their short and meager lives. Nobody ever listens to this minority, it's not like anybody had anything better to do; they're perfect lives were just the perfect excuse to do something different. Everybody had their struggles, their comforts, and their own lives so something that's just another meager part of life should just be a back thought to them. Tasks at hand that require attention more than anything else are just the priority with the meager things taken for granted. Yet this minority has a point, anything taken for granted is actually more important than people realize actually has its hand around your neck until it breaks from pressure.

Can you guess what this story is about; it's rather abstract.