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A MAN WAS LYNCHED YESTERDAY
I could have seen the entire New York, standing on the top floor of ‘one police plaza’ headquarters. New York was my first love from the beginning, as whenever I saw it sensed an even more affection. But that day my heart was not feeling that fondness. The events from the last few weeks had shaken my head completely. Why did they do it? And mostly who are they? These questions made me crazy from that morning.“They are a community, I believe.” Detective Smith said.“maybe, a gang.” Detective Rhonda said.“no, not a gang, if it would, then they would’ve used such arms. They are harmless. They beli...
the places no one comes back from
“Where are we going, Daniel?”“The only place we can after what you did.”“…You know it was an accident, right?”“Yes, yes. And I promised not to tell anyone. As we discussed.”“Boy… holding him is kind of…could you pick up the foot there?”“I’m not touching anything. I’m helping you out, Max. Besides, you’re stronger than me, aren’t you? A big, tough brute? Surely this can’t be your first-”“- Stop it! Of course it is. I don’t- I wouldn’t-”“Don’t tell me you’re about to cry.”“I’m not. I’m just tired and I don’t know where we’re going and oh my god I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”“It isn’t me you n...
Lying in Truth
“I love you” It was the first time she had ever said it, although she had known for years. She whispered thewww.onedoor.cc words. He barely heard them in the silence that had become the two of them. He had waited months to watch those three words leave her lips, to taste their sweetness, but this felt futile. He wanted to pull her into his arms, tell her he loved her too, and etch his name forever in her soul. But he couldn’t, not now. They had been here before. They had already had this conversation, on these bleary concrete steps, setting side by side but never daring to meet the other’s eye. Good-byes we...
New Haircut
The scissors felt heavier The scissors felt heavier and heavier the farther up I pulled them. I grabbed a chunk of my freshly-straightened hair, and then stopped moving. I forced my head up, using the mirror to look myself in the eyes. My eyes went from their own reflection to my hair. My dark brown locks looked odd without their natural curliness. Normally, my hair reached my lower back. Straightened, it reaches my knees.I took a deep breath. Not for long.The sharpened scissors, that had retreated back down due to limp arms and shaking hands, made their way back up, just a couple inches from...