Running in circles_The Seeing_You Are My Cure_Waiting for Samuel Beckett
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Running in circles
My dad was famous. I don’t think I really understood what it meant when I was little. He was always surrounded by attention and frequently left for days at a time but so did many other dads in our community. People traveled for work, had meetings, and got home late but around the time I was turning five, I started to realize that my dad was different. When we went to the store, people would stop and talk to him, to shake his hand. It was probably good that it was all before selfies became a thing – he wasn’t big on picture-taking. Now I understand how tired he must have been all these years b...
The Seeing
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire, and I stopped in my tracks. I was confused. There were people in the neighborhood who were still going on their daily morning jogs, and walks, and cars driving by on the road. I closed my eyes, and counted to three, but when I opened them back up, it’s like the fire got even bigger. I thought to myself, not again. What was happening? My eyes were deceiving me, and I felt trapped in my own mind. I heard the front door open, looked back and it was my older brother leaving to go to work. I turned back around, and I didn’t see the fire anymor...
You Are My Cure
Breathing heavily as he threw punches to the red and shabby punching bag hanging from the ceiling, ignoring the pain and exhaustion dwelling in his body that might overpower him at any given moment. A cold breeze of air brushed against his now clammy skin, making him shudder slightly and disrupting his clean punches. He pulled his arms to his chest wanting towww.onedoor.cc continue, but they just couldn't handle anymore exertion, as he threw a weak punch towards the bag. Finally admitting that he was done for the day, his body collapsed on the hard and solid floor. As he lay on the ground of his massively l...
Waiting for Samuel Beckett
“You wanna do something fun?” “No.”“You wanna do something fun?” “NO.”“Why not?”“Because your idea of fun isn’t.”“Isn’t what?”“Isn’t fun.” “C’mon.”“No.”“C’mon.”“NO.”“Really?”“Really. Whenever we go out, I end up regretting it.”“You don’t.”“I do.”“C’mon. Fun. Let’s go.” “I don’t want to do anything fun with you because you have the boundaries of a rabid dog.”“Thank you.”“Your idea of fun is breaking things. Rules. Society norms. Girls’ hearts. Curfew. On more than one occasion, windows.”“That’s not always true. Usually true, but not always true.”“You remember last time?”“Yes.”“That was a nightm...