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Submitted by Jane Ann

I always knew I was different, an outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to wander this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across the cafeteria.

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Not Our World

I always knew I was different, an outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to wander this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across the cafeteria.


He was an outcast, just like me. Both of us not belonging in this crazy ass world. Both of us not knowing what’s crawling inside our skin, just knowing we don’t belong here, that we were never made to fit in this world.


I always thought...

Alien

For the first time, I felt the organ in my chest move. Beat. React. It seemed ethereal. The way he sat, how the sun perfectly caught the strands of blonde in his hair, making it appear to glow. His grey eyes, with flecks of every color imaginable. Making them seem deep, but soft, comforting. He held an entire world in his eyes and it was enchanting. He held an entire world in his eyes alone, then ...

Hunter

I knew as soon as I saw him, he was like me. An outcast, not belonging. Was it some primal instinct of mine, or some sixth sense of my kind, to know when there was others like me near by?


How to approach him? I can’t just come out and ask about his past, his people, his home. I noticed humans can find such bluntness rude, and while we weren’t human, I was still playing one. I would have to k...

Welcome Home

I always knew I was different, an outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to walk this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across from the cafeteria.


Next to the cafeteria was the pub where I often chose to drown my sorrows .

It was where I had been heading until becoming side tracked by the mysterious one .


It was residing in the shadows but the street light had whistle blown its c...

3
2019 Love Story

And downloaded a dating app so I could start speaking to him. ...

5
Forgotten worth

I always knew I was different, and outcast. An alien in human flesh, destined to wander this strange planet alone. Then I saw him, sitting across the cafeteria.


Wearing a nice white hoodie that made his incredibly pale skin seem almost more tan than possible. His hood was half up, but the front bit of his hair tumbled out. Golden and blonde, drooping nest his eye level, as I neared his eyes thems...