Thanh Vuong
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Tangled
I walked out behind a man at the coffee shop, and yelled, “Hey, Sir! You forgot your murse!”, a fancy word for man purse, but he didn’t seem to hear me. I ran back to pay for my coffee and ran to catch up with him as he turned the corner. He was only a few minutes ahead. I kept yelling and chasing after him to give him back his backpack. Before we knew it, I saw him go inside his apartment building, as I turned the corner. I had no choice since I was already there, to look inside his murse, perhaps his Driver’s license has his apartment number on it. I pulled his wallet out and read his card, Charles Anthony Brenton 18551 Trophy Club Apt 461. Dallas TX. I could not help but notice the bands of hundreds in the murse. It had to be at least Twenty Thousand that would set me free from this financial downfall I am drowning in along with all the other refinements in my life.
By Thanh Vuong5 years ago in Psyche
If New Knew New
Here we are , 2021. It seemed so far away on Saturday mornings, as I was watching, The Jefferson's eating my cereal with my brother. The days of innocence and peace. When the only worries I had was cleaning my room before I hear my mother yell from the kitchen to do so.
By Thanh Vuong5 years ago in Motivation
The Silent Monster
As I lie here staring at the fan as it spins in circles, I couldn't help but realize how the mental abuse was spinning around and around and around in my head all these years without knowing. I had that moment of just lying here in silence staring at this fan spinning like the words that has haunted me all these years.
By Thanh Vuong5 years ago in Psyche
