The Other Man

me with one of your stories!” Hunk signed, plugging in his lava lamp for extra light, “Alright, fine. Uh, the story takes place in New Orleans, 1930.” “No, no, no! Do the flapper days of the 1920’s!” “Okay, okay! New Orleans, in the 1920’s. With a man named Keith, who is in his early twenties, black hair styled in the long gelled back look. He getting ready for his day.” “He needs a love interest.” Pidge ordered blankly, “Give them a royal name. Presumably a male lover.” She paused, “It has to…

stabbing me in the leg with a small pocket knife. He pulled the knife out and I closer. Blood was gushing out I saw my brother behind the tree getting ready to sneak up on him. He was running at him when He stabbed me again a few inches above the other wound. My brother kicked him in the gut, but the clown just ripped the knife out of my leg. He got up and targeted my brother. My brother dodged the slashes but got punched the gut. He fell gasping for air. I rushed at him and knocked him down and…

wandering around his apartment, but the man nodded. "If you steal anything, I'm-" Jimin was walking out of the door before the man could finish. "Don't care." Jimin looked back at Yoongi. "Don't worry, I won't steal anything. If I do, you won't notice." The beginning notes of Yoongi's protest were blocked out from Jimin slamming the door…

Why did she agree to go on this trip with her friends? Instead they wanted to drink all night in the motel room while she wanted some sleep. Tori Devins flipped her hair over her shoulder and tapped her foot in front of the dingy motel. She knew it was wrong for her to leave but she could not stand to be in that room a second longer. All she needed to was to find a way to occupy her time until they fell asleep. There stood in front of her was a dimly light gas station across the street. A few…

The man fell to his knees in front of me and begged, “Your majesty, please, my village is starving. We’ve had little food since the drought started, but I’m sure you know about that, it’s just that because it is so dry, a fire started and charred most of the crops. We don’t have any food now, and it will take too long for the remaining plants and soil to break apart and be ready for crops agian. It’s time we just don’t have, your majesty, please help us. The children,” he shivered, “the children…

leash. Bradley verbally informed them their dog is required to be on a leash. At this point the person ignored him. There were some words were exchanged between Bradley and the other man prior to Bradley walking away, as Bradley was leaving the park he turned around asking the other person if this was their car. The other person replied yes, so Bradley took his key out of his pocket and scratched down the side of their car. Once Bradley had walked a few blocks, to about main street the person…

adult had the a child’s ‘unabashedness’ to explore (im)possibility. This ‘childish shame of depression’ is the alterity leading back to innocence. A child’s misfortune of encountering ‘monsters’, the adults’ for creating them. When one’s love of (wo)man conflicts with her/his private contentment with the world as is, one’s anguish is seen as personal decadence in how it should be. A rain on the parade. An intrusive eye in the keyhole of intimacy. An unreality in their happiness in the…

He isn’t—the concept of this mirror phase is simply more applicable in other stages of life, rather than just between 6-18 months. He actually touches on this broadness, though not in the same direct manner, saying that “[i]t suffices to understand the mirror stage […] as an identification, in the full sense analysis gives…

B. K. Ambedkar once said “Unlike a drop of water which loses its identity when it joins the ocean, man does not lose his being in the society in which he lives. Man's life is independent. He is born not for the development of the society alone, but for the development of his self.” April and Cheryl are a literary representation of this ideology. Their ‘searches’ are similar in the sense that they are both trying to discover their true identities, however their struggles to find these…

You never know what they can do to you!” The man walked faster. Imani was scared. They? She thought., Imani walked in sync with the thousands of others and quickly turned into an alley hoping no one would see. She sat down “This was a huge mistake!” She watched people walk in with their feet stepping with each others. They all looked like they were in a marching band or the navy. “I'm so stupid!” The footsteps began to become quieter…