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Anon. S.

Anon. S.

Piece 01

little snippet about the life of a front door — wanted to try something new (writing from the perspective of an object). feedback, thoughts and criticism are all invited!

2 min readAug 2, 2026

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‘Damn, this guy does not play around.’ The beagle continued to stare at me with large, dirt-brown eyes. I wondered if he was trying to intimidate me into opening. A few minutes passed. He plunked himself on the ground with a light thud, unflinching gaze still on me. ‘Alright, sucker, you’re on. Joke’s on you, I don’t have eyes to blink.’ he snuffed at me disdainfully, as if he could hear me.

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As we continued with our staring contest, a yellow car pulled into the garage and revved to a stop. A slim woman stepped out, the car door slamming behind her.
‘See, Gerard? She never shuts me that painfully. Can’t believe you honestly think she prefers you over me,’ I thought as loudly as possible towards the garage.
‘Whatever bruh.’ He replied crabbily, clearly annoyed and put out. I snickered.

The woman came down the marble walkway of the house, advancing towards me. She held her large, bright pink hat in one hand, keys in the other. Hearing her approach, the beagle scuttled around and leapt at her. ‘HA! I win.’
“Heyy little guy! How have you been doing this morning?” she said cheerfully, scratching his ears. Finally stepping up to me, she let herself in with her keys, the dog jovially bouncing after her. As he passed me, he glanced towards me smugly. I rolled my figurative eyes. ‘At least I’m not a bootlicker.’

I swung shut slowly, without a single creak. I watched the people stroll by on the sidewalks. An infuriating baby was crying at the top of its lungs for chocolate. A large, clean shaven man with a briefcase was returning home. In the middle of the road, a couple teenagers were fooling around with a football. Near them, three stray cats were leaping over each other, playing.
‘Now which one of these guys will dare to challenge me to a stare down?’ I mused.

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