The Other Side of the Door_MY GOAL DESTROYED OUR FRIENDSHIP_Knot Beet-trayed_Dreams
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The Other Side of the Door
The door to Diana’s room has been closed for days now. I sometimes hear tiptoeing on the wooden floors at night, the creak of the refrigerator door, the toilet’s flush. I might be lying on my bed, engrossed in a book, and hear the muted sounds of life, like a mouse rustling through the apartment. “Hold on, Mom,” I’ll say, “I think I hear something.” And I listen to the little noises while my mother pouts on the other end of the line. I pray I’ll hear the tick-tick-tick of the gas lighting on the stove, or-- please please-- the soothing downpour of the shower, but I never do.On the seventh day...
MY GOAL DESTROYED OUR FRIENDSHIP
HOW BEING GOAL-OBSESSED RUINED MY FRIENDSHIP by Ellen C. Weiman (e-mail: soph1stel2@gmail.com)It might have been just because we got on each others’ nerves, but less than three months after moving in to a Chelsea apartment together after college, Jane and I hated each other’s guts.Well, the way I remember it, in that short time Jane compiled a list of my flaws which fueled her contempt for me, while she adhered to the rules and carried on her Don Quixote-esque noble cause of a life. And so it became that our more than twenty year friendship was destroyed because of my passion and pursuit to be...
Knot Beet-trayed
My hands are covered in a dark red liquid that refuses to come off. It’s stuck there from today’s work, no matter how many times I wash my hands. I feel a bit like Macbeth. Other people might think the stains on my hands are a badge of shame, but to me, they’re a badge of honour. They’re there because I spent my day helping people. One week earlier:I’m walking into school with mwww.onedoor.ccy friends Dee and Masha when we see the graffiti on the front of the school building. In big letters, someone has written “YOUR AWESOME” over a giant yellow smiley-face. I immediately recognise the style. There’s a girl...
Dreams
'You ready, Mike?' 'Always, John.' Mike clicked before John can complete his statement. The website was live, and so was their business. 'How much are you expecting?' 'Definitely more than 100 before midnight,' clarified John. They were expecting orders on their website that sold T-shirts. 'Quiet optimistic. Ain't it?' 'Hoping for the best.' The hope of John began reflecting on the screen. The orders came pouring in. The business partners were in for a shock. 'Skipping Pre-Order was not bad, after all?' 'Ya, I can't disagree, nor can these orders.' They were not expecting this on the day of t...