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It’s sad not to fit in. It creates stress and
loneliness. It shakes beliefs and disrupts inner balance. He didn’t fit in. He
tried to, for a long time. He tried a hat, wearing green, putting on makeup.
Everyone mocked him. He tried black and blue, he tried peace for all. Everyone
mocked him still. He tried the word; he tried a vow of silence. He tried,
despite the sneers, the mockery, and the disdain. So he folded himself in four
and slid into the transparent cube in the corner of the room. Now he would fit
in. Status: Invisible.
I forgot to mention to you, one of the members of our adventure group loved the way you setup your stories with pics. It's one of the things like about your stories as well. In today's world, it seems you can tantilize your readers with a pic like these. I know many prefer just straight stories but for people like myself, it's like a little dash of Tabasco to liven things up.
ReplyDeleteThank you for telling me, Yordie! The picture is indeed the "otherside of the coin" for my posts often triggering something else to think about. And Second Life provides such an amazing amount of imagetic material! Tabasco indeed :)
DeleteLove this, and all of your stories!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie! :)
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