Mirror, Mirror not on the wall_War of the Words_Reedsy Does It_Eat the Cake
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Mirror, Mirror not on the wall
Who would have thought that being unable to see myself would be the thing I would hate most about being a vampire. That staring into the blank screen of my computer as my game loaded would give me crippling depression, that getting my hair cut without being able to see my hair get cut would be such an anxiety-inducing task, that staring into my girlfriends’ eyes as we made love and not being able to see my reflection in them would make our lovemaking so bland.It was not always the case though. My obsession with my looks started in 1729、 I was living in a small town called Leiden in the Dutch r...
War of the Words
The year was 2052 when Ms. Opaula Troutwine-Casper-Braun began hosting the popular children’s television show called Wordless. For thirty years, Opaula had a great following of young families watching her sentencing words to their death. She told the audience that words could be harmful to people’s feelings. To Opaula getting words removed from dictionaries and published works was a worthy crusade. Opaula’s partner in the crusade was Tab. Tab was a green and yellow colored Parrot. Perched in a cage shaped like the letter O, Tab squawked “Offensive!” when Opaula passed judgment on an iniquitous...
Reedsy Does It
There just aren’t the words.They’re nowhere.Which is a problem.I enjoy writing stories. I would say I always have, but that’s not strictly true. As a teenager and through university, I wrote regularly. It was fun. And then it stopped.I never intended to stop writing, but for a number of years I did. Almost completely. There’d be a few jottings here or there, but nothing that could be considered a piece, whether a story or an article or a poem or whatever. I simply stopped writing.I think I always told myself it was temporary, that I’d get back into it soon enough. And then years passed. They...
Eat the Cake
I always get sick the day before the talent show.Some think it’s the Ghost of What’s to Come, because you know you’ll be sick the next day. All over town, stomachs turn over and twist when February 8th is around the corner.Being the band-aid ripper that I am, I’m always the first to show up at town hall. Why prolonwww.onedoor.ccg the inevitable? I put on my loosest jeans and my biggest sunglasses, and I report for duty.Crystal is waiting with the clipboard when I roll up to the folding table that gets trotted out once a year for this very purpose. She barely looks up as I approach, and I’m reminded of the t...