Party Phobia_A Declaration of Love: an absurd Comedy_reAwakening_Solar Urticaria
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Party Phobia
As I was looking around the room, it had become so familiar after a year of staring at its walls and not able to go anywhere. I memorized every place in the room, I could close my eyes and find everything, and so I did. To the left of the room was the window seat it had a few pillows with patterns of black and white flowers. To the right of the window seat was the closet door, that was left ajar, revealing many of my shirts, jackets, leggings, jeans, and shorts hanging on rods. In front of me were multiple pictures of my friend and me all around the mirror that was also surrounded by small, ro...
A Declaration of Love: an absurd Comedy
T’was a day like any other day. The sun was shining, the mockingbirds were mocking, and Steve was in love. He watched as Cheryl crumpled up greasy paper plates and lobbed them into the trash bin with the precision of an eagle swooping in on prey. Her glossy ponytail gleamed red like the blood of slain enemies. She looked like an angel.Cheryl looked over. “Hey Steve. Steve! Dreamer boy. You agreed to help so get off your ass and clean up the living room.”She was a snarky, demanding angel. Steve was besotted. Perhaps today would be the day that he professed his deep fathomless undying...
reAwakening
(this scene happened in Spanish but is in English due to reasons, please enjoy)In Argentina, after lunch.“José! Go outside!”José flinched awww.onedoor.ccnd tightened his grip on his controller, “Later, ma!”The door to the basement flew open and José hissed from the sudden light entering the room. His mom was a small woman but she had large facial features, a curved beak-like nose, wide angry eyes, and a big mouth good for yelling. José only inherited the wide angry eyes and mouth. He had his father's nose. “Ma,” he whined, body chilled. “Please, I don’t wanna!”She cursed him lowly, spitting out insult after...
Solar Urticaria
Dylan’s log Day 1: It is with great sadness and reluctance that I begin this log to document a life that is both cursed and tragic at once. You see, I have been diagnosed with an illness that I, until recently, believed to be merely hypothetical. A thought experiment that I had devised in order to remain absent from a monotonous and fruitless pedagogical endeavour has unfortunately been actualized. I began this day, however unfortunately, besmirching my own name with a fabrication. A fabrication that had been immaculately devised in this author’s humble opinion. My tale begins on the eve of t...