A heartbreaking spectacle took place yesterday before the eyes of the architecture-student Hokus Craft, who was peacefully absorbed in his book on the subway heading towards Shellfish. A man of honey arranged himself in front of Craft and displayed a true drama of a stage performance, truly embarrassing. Hokus Craft was, in his own words, “completely touched” by the tearflow and the strange gesticulations, so he gave the man his ticket, after which the following exchange of words took place: “Can I also have your bag?” “No.” “Why not.” “Because it is my bag.” “But it could be mine.” “Be careful or I will drop you into my camomile tea.” “Evil man.” “You can have my indoor fireworks and my two redcurrants.” “Thank you.” At this point the man made of honey became so pleased with himself for having said “Thank you”, that he sent his sugar-smile to an elderly lady who nodded kindly.
(The articles at The Other Newspaper are fictitious. The purpose of The Other Newspaper is to give the public a new, disturbing and humorous reflection of the way we consume news on traditional media and posts on the social media that make the recipient question whether the world needs to change and whether one can live online.)