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Inspire by Grégorienne
A person who is good at everything, other than expressing their emotions, begins to fall in love.
Writing from this character's perspective, how do they handle it?
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Moon sobbed as she explained the local witch how Bramble had passed. She needed him back and she knew it would be expensive. It didn’t matter how much it would cost, as long as she could bring him back. He was everything to Moon although she didn’t know how to show him. She offered the lady her journal dedicated to him; the journal that held all of the words she didn’t know how to say. Moony fell ...
Some call me a psychopath. Others taunt me with names like “Emo Eza” or “Ross the Robot.” It’s fine, though, really. It doesn’t bother me. At least, not that they can tell. My face has been frozen in the same deadpan expression ever since I was a little kid. Ever since the accident.
It happened when I was just shy of six. My babysitter at the time thought it was a great idea for me to go play in ...
I don’t do this. I don’t fall in love, and I don’t talk about how I’m feeling. Never have. Only, he wants me to… and, I think I love him. I don’t even like typing that out. I feel … inferior in some odd way, knowing that this vulnerability can lead to sadness? Well, that’s a lot of emotion right there. I guess they’ve always been in me, just not always observed. I find myself wanting to cook dinne...
**_Davis_**
I run to the hallway to breath until my next class. But it won’t help, in my next class they’ll just look at me weird. I take my phone from out my back pocket and text my brother. I can’t go to bus either, even though the trips not long, I just…I just can’t.
**Can you pick me up after school?**
In a few seconds—**Yes**
***
**_Sullivan
_**I agreed to pick my little brother up afte...
It has been 8 school days, or one week and a day, since I have started 9th grade. One week and a day of ignoring the blue eyed devil sitting to my right in my homeroom. One week and a day _failing_.
Mrs. Hills, I appreciate her as a teacher and like her more than any other teacher I have in this grade, but did she really need to assign us partners? I’m fine with partner projects, I would usually ...
When I say that I am intelligent, I do not mean it in a prideful way; I am only stating the truth that others have agreed with. I’ve been given awards for my smarts so that has to mean something.
My name is Davis Will Harris, though most people call me Day. I rather hate the nickname, but no matter how many times I have said it, no one has stopped.
I’ve learned to deal with it, like many things....
Quickly scribbling down numbers on my homework, I don't even notice him approach until a smooth voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Hey-"
I look up to see a boy with short, choppy hair and a long sweater on. He smiles, and I don't know why my chest tightens.
Maybe it's just anxiety?
"Uh.. hi?" I mumble, setting my pencil down.
"Sorry, I was just curious as to what you're working on. Is it math for...
**[ decided to write a poem instead ]**
He was the polar opposite in every way,
But for some reason she was the only
thing able to brighten his day,
He wondered why, because he didn’t
believe in love the way others had,
But he questioned himself with every
secret told only to her, about why he
was always mad,
She cried for him, but he hadn’t asked
her, that, to do,
When he told her to shed n...
When I think about you…
it feels like when you take your clothes out of the dryer and stuff your face in them to feel the warm fabric against your skin.
Wait, no, that’s weird. Let me try again.
It’s like getting home after a long day and kicking your heels off your feet and wiggling your cramped toes in pleasure.
Wait, no. I’m probably the only one who thinks that. Ok, take three.
It’s wakin...
[CALEB]
“Tobias, tell me what raised a raised pulse means,” I order, leaning against my blue sports car.
From across the garage, I see him smirk.
“Feeling guilty, Sullivan?” He pauses for a moment, then nearly jumps out of his chair. “Did something else happen at the gas station?”
I nod my head dramatically, rolling my eyes at the attentive glare he gives.
“I saw my friend from grade school.”...
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