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“Look at her, she’s so ugly.”
“Yeah, just look at her clothes.”
“What does she think she’s doing here?”
“She’s a loner.”
Whispers of people talking and laughing about me reach my ears. I try to ignore it as always and look the other way. But no matter where I turn, I hear the same whispering, I see the stares of people, and I feel their eyes on my back.
I try to walk normally, swinging my arms rhythmically. Soon, the natural movement becomes more robotic. Forced and unnatural. Everyone is looking at me and I long to be out of the crowd. By the time I reach the train station, I am drenched in sweat.
“Mummy, why is that girl like that?”
“Don’t look at her! Come, follow Mummy down this way,” the mum pushes her daughter farther away from me.
“Yeah, that bitch doesn’t deserve to live. Why does she even exist?” I hear a boy on my left talking to a group of his friends.
“The train is approaching in ten seconds. Please stand behind the yellow line,” came the announcement over the speakers.
He’s right. Why am I here? Why should I withstand all this pressure? What am I living for? Is it worth it?
I hear the train approaching and without thinking, my legs move of its own accord and bring me towards the edge of the platform. People are screaming at me to get back but I ignore their voices. As the train rushes on towards me, I take the last step forward.
Ah, it’s finally so peaceful and quiet.
“Ma’am, your daughter stepped in front of a train and committed suicide. Do you know why?”
“That stupid girl always thought people were talking and laughing about her, ya know. I’m telling ya, it was all up here – in her head. She was born a wacko from the time she was born. Shoulda send her to the looney bin earlier. But oh well, less one burden now,” the elderly lady cackled.
“She should ne’er been born.”
“Yeah, just look at her clothes.”
“What does she think she’s doing here?”
“She’s a loner.”
Whispers of people talking and laughing about me reach my ears. I try to ignore it as always and look the other way. But no matter where I turn, I hear the same whispering, I see the stares of people, and I feel their eyes on my back.
I try to walk normally, swinging my arms rhythmically. Soon, the natural movement becomes more robotic. Forced and unnatural. Everyone is looking at me and I long to be out of the crowd. By the time I reach the train station, I am drenched in sweat.
“Mummy, why is that girl like that?”
“Don’t look at her! Come, follow Mummy down this way,” the mum pushes her daughter farther away from me.
“Yeah, that bitch doesn’t deserve to live. Why does she even exist?” I hear a boy on my left talking to a group of his friends.
“The train is approaching in ten seconds. Please stand behind the yellow line,” came the announcement over the speakers.
He’s right. Why am I here? Why should I withstand all this pressure? What am I living for? Is it worth it?
I hear the train approaching and without thinking, my legs move of its own accord and bring me towards the edge of the platform. People are screaming at me to get back but I ignore their voices. As the train rushes on towards me, I take the last step forward.
Ah, it’s finally so peaceful and quiet.
“Ma’am, your daughter stepped in front of a train and committed suicide. Do you know why?”
“That stupid girl always thought people were talking and laughing about her, ya know. I’m telling ya, it was all up here – in her head. She was born a wacko from the time she was born. Shoulda send her to the looney bin earlier. But oh well, less one burden now,” the elderly lady cackled.
“She should ne’er been born.”
Literature
I Can Hear Voices
Okay. Bear with me on this. You might wanna sit down, because this could be a shock.
All right…
You remember those stories? My grandmother and her grandmother and her grandmother all told them, passed them down to us. The ones that are all superstitious hoo-ha and nonsense. About spirits and hauntings, crap like that. Yeah, I see that smile, you think those stories are all bullshit, too. Just like everyone else, just like me when I was stupid and naive. No, just let me finish, because it’s a story you’ll never forget.
Remember how I moved into my new apartment a while ago? Yeah, I was real h
Literature
Emptiness
When you peel the masks away
Like a thousand rose petals
Scattered upon cruel winds
Will even my memory remain
Upon this desolate battlefield
I am but the ghost of myself
Trying to match life's rhythm
But the dance makes no sense
And my lips are sewn shut
So my voice cannot reach you
I am the chord that is lost
Beneath the madding melody
A haunting invisible presence
That is felt but never heard
A dream drowned by the dawn
©All original work copyright Edward D Cates 2018
Literature
Two Are One
As far back as he could remember, there had been two voices in his head. One was his own, his conscious, his inner thoughts. The other belonged to someone else.
In his earliest memory of the other voice, he was sitting in his playroom, surrounded by colorful blocks. He was wearing overalls and a teddy bear T-shirt. The baby sitter was laying on the couch, giggling girlishly into the phone, simultaneously twirling her hair and the phone cord. “No, Mommy! Stop it, Mommy!” When he looked around, he couldn’t locate the screaming. But it bounced around his skull, pleading for help. Confused, he pounced on the sitter, sobbing and
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So somehow this became darker than I wanted it. :/ Anyway, a lot of people feel self-conscious at one point of time. I just took that feeling to the extreme in this short fic. And the last part was based off the last sentence of Skillet's "Rise".
Disclaimer: I do not endorse any of the actions taken in this prose. In fact, this is the exact opposite of what one should do. Please never do this.
But just wanna say to the people who are feeling like that now, it doesn't matter what other people think. What matters most is what you feel about yourself. Love yourself.
Disclaimer: I do not endorse any of the actions taken in this prose. In fact, this is the exact opposite of what one should do. Please never do this.
But just wanna say to the people who are feeling like that now, it doesn't matter what other people think. What matters most is what you feel about yourself. Love yourself.
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*shudder* You wrote this so well that it was almost like it was me in those girl's shoes...
Gimmie a sec...
All good now. Right...
With works coming out so brilliant like this one, you're a magician with a novelist's quill. Ever thought of releasing a small book one day?