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It’s Friday night, twenty o’clock, and I just want to go home. My best friend Melissa brought me to another party, as she often does, and I begrudgingly accepted, as I often do. I don’t even know why I came, by “best friend” dropped me after ten minutes to get high and she was now fondling over some hot guy. This time it was Josh, some empty-headed big arms football player. Good luck, Melissa. At least she was good looking, as for me, I was average at best. Light brown straight hairs, brown eyes, discreet smile and pointy nose, too tall, too...
Submitted to Contest #271
It all started on a message board. I usually spend my nights endlessly scrolling online forums; I don’t know why. I guess I am a pretty lonely person. It takes a lot for me to engage in conversations. In fact, I don’t remember the last conversation I had with someone. Even online, I don’t talk much, but I read. Oh, do I read. I just love reading all the anonymous lives on the Internet, from political opinions to stupid jokes or advice searching. Not only do I find an addictive, almost sensual pleasure in dissecting everyone’s lives. From ...
Author, fan of scify and fantasy, possibly a cat?
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