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Nonsense Time => FFA => Topic started by: Ignominious Sin on March 07, 2018, 08:58:19 pm
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I have a journalism degree from Duke University. This is short story I wrote. Tell me who the narrator is.
The lights once again open. The night is over, morning is here. I cant deal with this anymore. Everyday it’s the same thing. People love me. They travel to see my beauty the world over. No one realizes how uncomfortable it is for me. I don’t hate them, I hate the creator. I remember my birth and how the light made me so happy. I could see and hear. I was moved from my home and placed in a completely different world. The sound of others began to infuriate me. The rude words and distain people had for my looks as I was growing up. Life is like a fine wine, only enhancing with time… so they say.
What kind of life is this for me? How do others find pleasure in my pain. Am I selfish? I don’t believe strokes of genius are found in the torture of another. Seems like a fair opinion.
As sick as it might sound, I hope to be kidnapped and saved from my oppressors once again. People come and go, the day comes to an end and I am weary. The lights go out, as I wonder… why would I smile anyway?
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Mona Lisa?
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Mona Lisa?
Yes thats right. A lot of people I have pitched it too don't get it right away. Even a friend who work at the WSJ. Obviously the ending was the best hint.