Switching minds by changing view, turns out something are better not knowing. Changing gears again overthinking my deadly vice from lonlessness to insanity....

ATTENTION: Hello fellow talented and amazing artist! This fictional and original. Please don’t take it seriously. Anyway, enjoy! 🙂

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The loud bell rings in my ear, nearly making me deaf. I keep thinking to myself, I have to win. Their is no second placing in a fight to the death, no participation trophies, none. Just, survive. The guard behind m...

Always a loser

Second place again

You pick the user

I never will win...

Me…

Daily Prompt competitions.

But like a pepperoni pizza eaten by a man over forty too late into the evening, I will rise again!

Like a Karen who will cancel a zoom conference with her son’s soccer coach to find out ‘why Cedar doesn’t get more play time’ to wait for a store manager to return from a run to the bank to get more quarters so she can complain that the coupon doesn’t say ‘limit: one...

“Runner up, Duncan Morgan.”

I put on a smile and walked confidently up onto the stage. I shook the judge’s hand as I thanked him as I accepted the small trophy.

“Duncan, we’d like to interview you for our dance studio newsletter.”

Duncan required all the restraint he could muster not to roll his eyes.

“Oh but Jeremy won first place, why don’t you just feature him in the newsletter?”

“Th...

Platypus. Platy-pus. I'm the biggest idiot in the world.

Everyone was right. I'm stupid. Dumb. My parents probably wish they never got horny outside of that movie theatre. They made the biggest moron to ever walk this planet.

One mistake. One letter. It all comes crashing down. A filled auditorium. Eyes, so many eyes. The lights are too bright. I'm hot. Sweat trickles down my forehead, into my m...

My swimsuit straps pull on the tops of my shoulders. I reach my hand to my back and pull on the tight fabric. It snaps back against my skin and sends tingles up my neck.

This is it. The race of a lifetime. Tokyo awaits.

My eyes feel like they might pop out of my head; my goggles are tightened to the point where there is virtually no chance of them slipping off my head.

I jump in the air, slap my...

It was the most important performance of my lifetime. This years competition is being shown under the limelight. This was supposed to be the moment where I shine bright. Instead, my rival is the one being talked about in the typewrite. Well I can’t just let that ruin my whole life, right? Sore loser has never been me and my kind mind has light time for envy which means I’m checking the tape to fin...

“And the runner-up for the Miss America contest is Miss Pennsylvania!”

With some disappointment, she joined the second runner-up on the stage. Feeling a bit dizzy, she tried to steady herself, but fell down to her knees. She tried to stand, but there was nothing she could grasp for leverage.

Meanwhile, the winner, Miss Texas, was getting all the attention and the TV cameras were focused on her. ...

Jared’s brother Evan had always drilled the same words into him every time he raced, no matter what kind. “Second place is just the first of all the losers.”

He’d heard the words so many times about so many things. Skiing, swimming, biking, running. All of it. He had placed second before, and the disappointment he saw in Evan’s face stopped him from doing it ever again.

That was… until yesterday...