Monochromatic
Stories
2
Chapters
14
Words
32.0 K
Comments
3
Reading
2 h, 40 m
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It was on our sixth meeting that Twilight Sparkle did the impossible. “It’s not fair!” Sweetie Belle’s voice echoed in the lobby, the pout on her face doing a fantastic job at making her look like a chipmunk. I’d have noted how endearing it was if I was not busy pouting myself. “Sweetie Belle, honestly!” I whispered urgently, smiling briefly at the curious security guard before glaring at my sister. “Stop arguing, will you?” “No!” she protested, ignoring me when I gestured…-
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People will always think they know what and who you are. No matter what one does, what one says, what one is, they will slam a gavel in their mind and declare their verdict, weighing you down with the handcuffs they’ve now so rudely locked on your wrists. This man is a no-good deadbeat. This woman is a snob. This boy can do no wrong. This girl’s a whore. It can’t be helped, I suppose. There are scholars out there who I’m sure can explain this a thousand times better than I could…
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My lips glistened with a rather costly lipstick—my very own blood. The noises around us faded from my mind. They became distant, so very distant, and all that mattered was her. Her, as she held me, and her, now stained with my life’s pulse liquefied. Her thin, weak arms of a scholar surrounded me, so different and distinct than those of the many men and women that had claimed my body before. The curtains fell. In the distance, I heard thunderous applause. “The show must go on,” I told…
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We are all stories in the end. Your heart will stop, your breath will cease, your flesh will rot, but your story? It will live on and on, in the memories of those around you, in the dozens upon dozens of little echoes you left in your old apartment, in the corner of the local bar, in the scars you left while living on Earth. Two people sit at a bus stop. What they look like isn’t important. Neither are their names. The one on the left holds a paper in their left hand, the thin…-
4.9 K • Ongoing
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