Okay, so I'm not exactly keeping to what I said with the no semi-depressing stuff. Sorry. Oops.
100 Words
Oblivion:
I am constantly breathing and blood is coursing through my veins. I'm alive, I see, I talk, I act normal. I act normal so I seem normal. People never believe this but they only believe what they want to. People never notice what they don't want to. They say oblivion is a curse, but it's a gift. The oblivion makes them happy.
I have a gift of my own. My gift is that I'm not oblivious to the people around me. I see behind their eyes. Behind their eyes I can tell that they are dead inside. Just. Like. Me.
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100 Word Stories
Short Story(Give or Take) Just a random group of stories that aren't more than a hundred words long. I got the idea from a writing contest I entered. All are fiction stories but random genres. Feel free to critique.
