Random Prologues

4 2 0
                                    

Darkness. The one thing she was used to. Darkness.
Light. The only thing he knew was light.
Light always wins over darkness...but when the light burns out darkness returns.
What will happen when the light and the darkness meet? Will the darkness win? Will the light burn out?

Demons and angels. They do exist. Everyone has a guardian angel to help them fight their demons.
What would happen if the guardian angel never showed up? Could a mere mortal fight their demons on their own?

Imagine the perfect world. Imagine everything in it was just right for you. Nothing could go wrong and everything was just as you want it. Beautiful isn't it?
Now, imagine your perfect world in reverse. Everything wrong and chaotic. Dreadful and unpleasant. Your own personal hell. That imperfect world was how (insert name) lived every day for her life.

Tighten here, cut that off, cover that up, suck this in, stuff that, fluff this, fix it. Fir it all. That is how she's forced to live. Being 'perfect'. Perfect looked a certain way. She wasn't born that way, so she had to 'fix' herself. What would happen if she couldn't fix herself? Would she still be perfect? She wanted to stay perfect...she needed to stay perfect.

Weird. Freak. Dork. Nerd. Ugly. Monster. Waste of space. Pest. Stupid. Nuisance. These are a list of symptoms. Symptoms for me. The girl who read manga and listened to the rolling stones. The girl who preferred Star Wars over chick flicks. The girl who would choose a hoodie rather than a mini skirt. The girl who's had more pairs of glasses than she's had boyfriends. The girl who's Friday night holds popcorn and pizzas rather than clubbing. The girl who is me. (Insert name). 

Random ShortsWhere stories live. Discover now