WRITING OBSTACLE

Imagine a character who has never experienced something that is very common for you.

Write a scene about this character experiencing whatever it is that's common for you - you could describe it directly or let your reader guess at what it is...

Never Mess with the Quiet Kid

TW: Violence?? Idk if I need to put that there it’s just I feel like this piece is a bit more violent than my usual


Rioung Tirioua has never felt mad before.


It’s like a violation to her, to her promise to the people. Whenever peers try to get that singular emotion out, nothing. Rioung just says “Oh, I’m sorry, do you need something?” This riles up the students, and not in a good way.


But today, during school, something quite.. interesting… happened.


The students were doing their usual routine of insulting Rioung’s work. “Hey, what are you even doing? That formula is so stupid!” As always, she wasn’t bothered by their behavior.


However, one of them swiftly responded by knocking over her project that took an entire year, glass shattering, papers being torn apart, genius handwritten notes soon to be forgotten. And Tirioua lost it.


Now, I must tell you that her way of “losing it” is very different from what we would do, yelling at his face, swearing, even. Miss Tirioua is also a very quiet scholar.


So, she stood up calmly, and wrapped her hands softly around his neck, and pressed harshly against it, causing him to choke. Then, she grabbed one of the broken glass pieces on the ground and… well…


Put it in his throat after he stopped fighting back…


No one spoke to her that morning. When Art class came around, she drew the boy and a scientific way to make poison next to him. She cut out the boy and poison and spent the entirety of the ten minutes left of class pretending to shove poison down his throat.


PE was next. She planted the drawing of the boy on her punching bag, and punched until the paper looks unrecognizable and the bag looked dead. After this, she looked pleased. Rioung was done with her silent tantrum, for now.


But these few minutes of peace was over when the boy walked into math class.


He didn’t dare to look at her. And she didn’t, either. What he had done, he hoped was in the past now. It really wasn’t, but nobody had the heart to tell him.


So, I truly must warn you, never mess with the quiet kid.

Comments 1
Loading...