The Skin_Sohni_Christmas Ham_Breaker of Glass, Hearts, and Other Inconsequential Things
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The Skin
The mirror stood intimidatingly facing the boy. He touched his reflection, but the mirror was cold. His eyes sharpened to observe the mirror's reflection better. His clone, in the mirror, was completely pale like milk. Getting closer, the boy had put his hand on the mirror. Like the Ying-Yang, the reflection contrasted with the boy's hand. In the pitch-black room, the pale shadow from the mirror stared into his eyes. The boy was hidden in the darkness. However, the shadow glowed as if the sun was brought it indoors."Who are you?" The boywww.onedoor.cc asked. The shadow didn't move his lips. He stood in the ...
Sohni
Note: This story references the Punjabi folktale of 'Sohni Mahiwal'Water was gushing from side to side. Amira flapped her arms about. She tried to scream, but the salty water was choking her. She felt it in her mouth, her nose, and her ears. It was seeping inside her little bathing suit. She wailed, but only bubbles released. She tried to stand, but her plump, tiny legs could not feel the sand. The waves were tossing and turning her about. Sohni couldn’t swim. The pot split in her hands leaving behind just soft pieces of clay pushed about by the river currents. She fidgeted and squealed, but i...
Christmas Ham
This is my worst nightmare, while driving on the icy highway, a semi-truck side swiped my car! I swerved off the road and my car got stuck in a snow embankment. " Great!" I said, being sarcastic. This was the icing on the cake of one of the worst days of my life. I had a pain on my forehead and felt something warm trickle down my face. " What the?" , I glanced in the rearview mirror and realized the warm thing trickling down my face was blood. " Fucking of course it's blood," I said, "What a great way to end this crazy day!" I exited the vehicle to check out the damage. To my horror there wa...
Breaker of Glass, Hearts, and Other Inconsequential Things
They packed their bags at night. I know because I watched them through my small attic window, the thin white curtains dancing a waltz between my fingertips. If one of them looked up from their position across the street, they might see my silhouette. But no one did. I thought he would. I truly thought he would.-The Murdock Family arrived in the summer, a Volkswagen van filled to maximum capacity with artists, photographers, models, painters, sculptors, and livers. That’s what I thought the first time I saw their turquoise dream on wheels pull up in front of the house across the street from m...