Contradicting traits…?

If someone asked to sum me up with two words,

It would be those.

I contradict my contradictions!

Every single thing about me defies

Every single thing about me.

I hate people

But I’m always lonely.

I love playing viola

Yet practicing is my biggest chore.

I stress over my grades

But I never put complete effort in.

I want,

More than anything in the world,

To be _someone._

But ...

Zane is a ski instructor. But the thing that has me baffled is why did he choose this job? Specially, because he doesn’t like exercise. And especially because he doesn’t like to exercise in the cold! Also let’s just say he is not very fond of children.

I will have to say he’s a very odd person. He picks a job and has all the things he doesn’t like. I have never heard of someone picking a job ha ...

I stared up at the doctor. How could he hate patients so much that he feels the need to kill them? I wouldn’t. Not ever. Not that I’m a doctor.

That was what was running through my head I took my last breaths. The lights pierced through my eyes. I felt sick. And that wasn’t the worst part either. It was that there was no escape. My arms were clasped either side of me, on the bed in which they wer...

I know this doesn’t fit the prompt but it’s something I’m trying to turn into a dystopian novel and would love feedback on!

“I knew you were trouble,” I mutter as we make our way through the dark alley of Eight, slimy liquid seeping off the sides of the aged brick buildings. I step around the puddles, flinching at the putrid smell. The chances of us being caught aren’t high, but if we were then...

“So Wolf I hear you’re ready to turn canary?” Officer Sprat said. The two cops turned to each other and chortled. Glaring Zane folded his massive muscled arms.

“Canary more like a rat,” Officer Hubbard said between belly laughs. Zane schooled his features. He wouldn’t let a pair of flatfoots get the better of him. Zane was part of the Family. From bookmaking to fencing goods, Zane cut his eye tee...

"Working hard or hardly working?"

"What?"

He looked at the young barista a moment before opting out of a second try. "Nothing. I'll have my usual."

"..."

"A vanilla breve, please." He smoothed his hair down a bit while she wrote the order on a dry-erase tablet velcro-stickered to the counter. She tapped a few prompts on the iPad register and swiveled it around for him. "Busy today," he tried. ...

"Stop! Thief! Somebody stop him!" The bank teller's cries rang out down the street as the robber darted away, a gun in one hand and a large brown bag slung over his shoulder. He headed for the alley where he'd stashed his getaway car.

Before he could disappear into the shadows, a passerby heard the bank teller's cry and leapt into action, shoving the robber to the ground, forcing him to drop his ...

Other’s call me a know-it-all, but I don’t know anything.

I can give information, but you will not know how much of it is true.

I can learn, but can easily lose my progress.

I have a bit of everything, but if I had to focus on one thing, you would lose me.

You may be wondering what my name is, dear reader.

I know you have heard it before.

The know-it-all who knows nothing at all is none ot...

Skyler pulled away from the monitor. His eyes burned through and his brain fuzzy. He couldn’t have felt worse. Skyler stretched his legs as he stood up from the old office chair. The chair he had been working in for over a decade.

Skyler was a security guard, or at least he was called one. There had been seven break-ins while Skyler was on shift. Though most thought he had been asleep on the job...

“Great, let’s get two more shots before we wrap.”

The director’s voice calls out from behind the viewer. This is a typical day on a movie set, but it feels like it’s too much today.

“Actually, I need a moment.”

I don’t wait for an answer before I exit the stage heading for my dressing room. I’ve never enjoyed acting, but I’ve recently started despising the “craft.” It was never my idea to act...