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Submitted to Contest #15
Interpersonal Skills - Strongly associated with emotional intelligence, interpersonal skills are the behaviours and tactics a person uses to interact with others effectively.-------------------------------------------------------------------------“Are you sure you'll be okay alone?”Her mother asks her this for the fifth time, pursing her lips at her reflection in the mirror. Her mother touches up her lipstick, rolls her mouth around, before turning to her daughter. There's that look in her eyes again, the same look her mother always has when...
Submitted to Contest #14
There is nothing comforting about the hymns being sung. There is nothing angelic in the face of the man who calls himself an Apostle. He stands at the pulpit, wrapped in artificial light, and it makes the young girl's heart bleed. She wants to have blind faith. She wants to be like her brothers and sisters, with their closed eyes and gentle voices. They sway in time to the music. She doesn't like the music. But she moves alongside them, eyes open and yet unseeing.The sermon is short. It's short but long and filled with malice, vaguely disgu...
Submitted to Contest #13
She's in the streets now, bare feet sore and achy as she leaves her home and starts to walk. She hunches over, shoulders bared to the shuddering, chaotic world around her. It's cold out now, with the fall winds breathing ice across her face and fingers. She's blue and numb. She trips over her own feet, breathless and hasty as she scrambles back up, hoping that someone will take notice of her. Her skin blossoms with angry violets and sickening yellow-greens, and even the high-collared shirt she's wearing does little to hide the bruises. The s...
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