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Submitted to Contest #326
Elliot had always been told he was “a little off.” He smiled too long, spoke too loudly, and laughed when no one else did. But he was trying,really trying,to get better at reading people.He practiced in front of the mirror every night: a smile that seemed friendly but was it too friendly? He could never tell what people found to be the right amount of human. He’d practice conversations, repeating greetings, facial expressions, small talk. Sometimes he’d record himself, playing back his voice to hear what “normal” sounded like.He’d gotten bet...
Submitted to Contest #61
It was five in the afternoon, when I got off working at Starbucks. The sun was just about setting. I sighed and went outside.The cold hit me like a ton of bricks.Winter was the worst seasons, temperature related, but winter was the best season for business. I hated being in the cold. I always felt the cold more than others. In the cold I kind of lost my sense of smell.Everything outside smelled quite blankly. Many called me fragile because of that. I was walking down the street when I realized, I had left my scarf under the counter back in S...
Submitted to Contest #60
My family consists of restraint, obedience and perfect. I live on a manor on a tall hill. Not many like to wonder up here. I've lived 16 years of isolation. No friends. My dad never let me outside the walls, but never hid the wonders and horrors of the world. My only friend, my mother died five years ago. Like my mother I was dark haired but my eyes but brown. I was the only one who had brown eyes in my family. My mother's were black and my fathers blue. I was allowed to watch the news, and have social media, but he had control over what I w...
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