Stand still. Don't move a single muscle, a single finger not even a single hair.
Stop.
You're a statue. A beautiful, powerful and liveless godess. You're perfect, you have to be. In every way. You can't afford any mistakes. That was before. You're an adult now, you need to focus.
Stop.
You're too childish, too funny, too insecure about the future. Who do you think you are? You think that you're special, that you're going to stand out, make a difference? You'll never be recognised. You'll fit the beloved society's mould, fulfill the purpose created for you. You'll study you'll study and have children and a husband and a tedious job indoors and grow old wondering about the paths of life, the infinite wondrous paths of life you could've taken. But you took the one designed for you. You're no better than a sheep following the herd.
Don't even bother thinking, you're worthless, you're futile. Why don't you shut up already?
No one is listening anyways, so why bother?
Just open the book once again and learn repeat learn repeat learn words and sentences and paragraphs and books and encyclopedias just learn them already are you dumb or what?
Stop. Stand still.
Someone's coming. You're perfect. You're a perfect Greek statue. Oppress those feelings in the cast created by the Artist. They're not worthy, stop crying, it's annoying, it's so freaking annoying.
Stop. Why don't you just disappear?
YOU ARE READING
Unedited Short Stories of A Cold Summer
Short StoryA collection of "Quickwrites" -basically writing without even thinking. These stories come directly out of my mind, without any kind of filter or correction to stop my train of thought. This technique that I learned this summer in a Creative Writing...
