Falling snow_I'm Not Crazy_Homegrown Menace_Diane and the Upstairs Wife
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Falling snow
Have you ever noticed how when snow falls it seems like everything around you is deafeningly quiet?www.onedoor.cc Like the whole world slows down and there’s no sound. You can’t hear your breathing, or your heart beat. It has a sense of beauty around it really, how soft and delicate each and every snowflake is, yet it’s ice cold. As I was flying through the air my body felt weightless, and my hair was floating as if I were under water. Completely helpless I was. The front end of my truck noseping into the culvert head on. My phone levitating in the cab along with my jacket and ball cap. I felt the impendi...
I'm Not Crazy
It is the 20th day of the month of January of the year 2017、 It’s my birthday, but I treated today like any other. Turning 21 is supposed to be a big event. For me, it is just a milestone of survival. Nothing more.I was chuckling to myself earlier. Chuckling is not one of my main pastimes. I remembered how I started this diary to document my growth as a human being before life was a bleak scrap for survival. It is no longer about grown. Stagnation is now a perfectly acceptable outcome. My chuckles were about how things change, even though drastic changes are now at the centre of my fears. Jus...
Homegrown Menace
Haste and tumbles layered the floors of roller skate discos, long lines in restaurants barely moved, and house parties brought the noise. Friday night had arrived at last, and Hunter, with his clean afro and chocolate skin, was on his way to get a gulp of that good time. His squad of bros from high school waited for him near the ticket booth, hoping to get good seats.After the explosive film, they played rounds of bowling on the mall’s basement floor. Sad scores broke out countless laughs from the bunch, and strikes made a few go cocky. They hung out at convenience stores past midnight, watche...
Diane and the Upstairs Wife
[Warning: domestic violence] Diane was surprised to find that the only thing she hated more than a pan filled with oil left on the stove by her roommate or the toilet paper roll left empty was living alone and finding every evening when she returned home from a long day of selling over-priced sneakers to stuck-up college students that no one, not even her gaudy roommate who was always late on paying rent, was there to greet her. This roommate, Ellie, who Diane insisted privately for a year and a half only to friends who didn’t know Ellie very well that she was eager to part ways with her roomm...