Osty & A Friend_Just Hold on to Me_The watchmaker's clocks_Yellow-Footed Pigeon
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Osty & A Friend
“Alright…I have three questions.”“Ask them.”“Now you have to be completely honest when you answer. Don’t be around the bush or vague about anything.”“I didn’t plan on doing either.”“One…are you sane?”“Last time I checked I’m a pretty stable human being.”“I said don’t lie to me. Are you sure you haven’t been diagnosed with some type of sickness? You’re a hundred percent certain you don’t have any screws loose?”“I don’t know of a person that doesn’t have a single screw that’s a bit shaky. I don’t think that necessarily means I have a mental problem or I’m in some way unstable.”“Ok. Question num...
Just Hold on to Me
There used to be an evil psychiatrist living amidst the noisy business of New York City, who liked to see the effects of isolation on the human brain. Now, he lives in solitary confinement. Lives change in an instant. Cindy was kidnapped first. She was living on the streets, walking for hours to find pennies on the ground or anything edible from trash cans. God blessed her a couple times a week with a couch or floor to sleep on. She had lost everything when her mother died. Her life was a rich person’s worst nightmare; nothing but a coat, a couple sets of thick, ill fitting clothing, and a lar...
The watchmaker's clocks
It was a late summer night, and I was on the porch with my grandpa, who we all called Pops. The summer breeze was spreading the crickets’ symphony. Somewhere in the dark, we could hear the soloist – an owl. My heart was filled with excitement. I loved these moments because the tales of the old man accompanied them. Grandpa got seriously ill a few years ago. Since then, he has not been able to stay long out of bed. I cuddled next to him and listened in awe. - Elizabeth, you've grown up! Look at yourself! In a year or two, your feet will touch the ground as you sit on this bench! – As ailing as...
Yellow-Footed Pigeon
Content warning: suicide The sound of pigeon beaks knocking my window frame woke me from my sleep every morning, but for the past few weeks, I slept longer than usual because I had been drwww.onedoor.cceaming about Mariam. I didn’t know why. It was strange because I hadn’t seen or heard from her in close to twelve years. Then suddenly I got a call two days ago from my father that the whole family was getting together because Mariam’s husband had just died. He said she was devastated and needed us to be there for her desperately. Even though she was only a cousin, she had no one else. Our family was an odd b...