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Colors
Like trees, when we are young, our colors are shiny, enchanting, and bright to the eye. Like trees, as we age, our colors grow dark and pale, weak and fragile. Like all trees, we are different and unique. We all change colors as seasons pass and, like trees, we all eventually vanish or maybe last for eternity.Today I turned 31、 I cannot recall exactly when have my colors started to fade. I die every night when I close my eyes to sleep. Death is dark and infinite. I am born again every morning, but how can I stop my colors from dying away? Trees are big and mighty while some are small and...
Gone, But Not Forgotten
The first thing Jaime felt as she came to was drops of water brushing her cheek. Still in the steep slumbers of sleep, her conscious mind gradually lifted through the heavy dream-like clouds that tempted her eyes to stay closed. Breathing in the fresh air, her lungs filled with cold and crisp clean with just a hint of scent. Lavender? Rose? A bit of both? She couldn’t quite decide, and curiosity got the best of her. Opening her blurry eyes, she was met with gray clouds amid dark, rainy ones. Adjusting to the sudden brigwww.onedoor.cchtness her head turned to the side as her arm went up to shield her face. T...
The Mirror in the Water Closet
The naked bulb was shining on the ceiling and its fluorescent light blinded her when she opened her eyes. An excruciating pain hit her on both sides of her head, as she felt her temporal lobes being squeezed by an invisible clamp; it felt like she would soon witness the explosion of her own skull. “Not again;” Alice remembered that Gina and Lucy, the health care workers, restrained her in the day room a few hours ago. She lifted her upper body from the bed, she stabilised on her elbows and looked outside the window. With a crumpled smile on her face, she watched on as the snow fell from the g...
The Wrists
Trigger warning: self harm, abuse “Shut up everyone, Transparent Leaf is here!” shouted out the backbencher as the combination of shouts dissolved into a hushed silence. Soon enough, a twelve year old girl, much frailer than the rest of the class, with nearly white hair and eyebrows entered the classroom. She stood at the doorstep for a split second. Catching the stares and laughter at her, she walked up to her usual desk, which was at the corner at the back of the class, deserted from the rest. Flopping her schoolbag down on the floor, she placed herself on the deserted chair and gave a groan...