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15minuteficletsAnother week, another word... and another ficlet.
I’d tell you all the story about the Incredible Annoying Toaster and its Passionate Affair with Trying to Electrocute Me but it’s rather short and it’s pretty much a duplicate of a previous story on the same topic I told several months ago. In essence: me plus toaster equals trouble.
Mind you, our new toaster does toast a nice fruit muffin.
And here’s this week’s ficlet. It’s more of a chararacter study than anything and it decided to be quite short.
Title: Untitled (character study)
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG13
Word count: 234 words
Prompt word: lovely
She’s not lovely. She tells people this.
“I’m not lovely, I’m mean. I’m a bitch. I don’t care.”
They don’t listen.
She glares at herself in the mirror sometimes, wondering what it is that other people see. Where is the loveliness? All she sees is green eyes or brown hair with an annoying curly kink to it.
Lovely doesn’t buy you food. Lovely doesn’t keep a roof over your head.
She doesn’t go out of her way to be kind; to care for others; to be considerate. But she speaks softly and rarely. The words that would destroy the image are kept back in the safety of her head. Why waste words on people who don’t listen to them?
“I’m not lovely, I’m just quiet.”
Because I don’t care enough about you to waste words on you.
They don’t listen anyway, so why speak words that will only be ignored?
They can think what they want.
They can think that she’s sweet and delicate and never had an impure thought in her head. They can think that she’d blush or stammer shyly or quickly turn the talk to safer topics. They can imagine that she hasn’t been kissed; is still a virgin; has never spent a night (or day) in twisted sheets, exploring a body that is not hers.
She has given up on caring. She knows what lovely is.
“And it’s not me.”
Comments and criticisms are most appreciated. :D
I’d tell you all the story about the Incredible Annoying Toaster and its Passionate Affair with Trying to Electrocute Me but it’s rather short and it’s pretty much a duplicate of a previous story on the same topic I told several months ago. In essence: me plus toaster equals trouble.
Mind you, our new toaster does toast a nice fruit muffin.
And here’s this week’s ficlet. It’s more of a chararacter study than anything and it decided to be quite short.
Title: Untitled (character study)
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG13
Word count: 234 words
Prompt word: lovely
She’s not lovely. She tells people this.
“I’m not lovely, I’m mean. I’m a bitch. I don’t care.”
They don’t listen.
She glares at herself in the mirror sometimes, wondering what it is that other people see. Where is the loveliness? All she sees is green eyes or brown hair with an annoying curly kink to it.
Lovely doesn’t buy you food. Lovely doesn’t keep a roof over your head.
She doesn’t go out of her way to be kind; to care for others; to be considerate. But she speaks softly and rarely. The words that would destroy the image are kept back in the safety of her head. Why waste words on people who don’t listen to them?
“I’m not lovely, I’m just quiet.”
Because I don’t care enough about you to waste words on you.
They don’t listen anyway, so why speak words that will only be ignored?
They can think what they want.
They can think that she’s sweet and delicate and never had an impure thought in her head. They can think that she’d blush or stammer shyly or quickly turn the talk to safer topics. They can imagine that she hasn’t been kissed; is still a virgin; has never spent a night (or day) in twisted sheets, exploring a body that is not hers.
She has given up on caring. She knows what lovely is.
“And it’s not me.”
Comments and criticisms are most appreciated. :D