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Write about someone who everyone thinks is an extrovert, but is actually an introvert.

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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“Hate Friends” by Neha Singh

Submitted to Contest #104

She doesn't want to meet them again, She doesn't want to talk to them again, She doesn't want to love them again, She doesn't want to help them again, Because they are her best friends.  The story of me and my friends, On The very first day of college, I made lots of friends; I found many old friends. I was too frank back then now, I became an introvert, I want to live alone, I don't want any friends, I don't trust people anymore, I'm scared of being hurt.  Walking in the corridor, headphones on my ears, listening to music ju...

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“From Extrovert to Introvert” by Victoria MacDonald

Submitted to Contest #104

From Extrovert to Introvert Back in the sixties, at the age of seventeen, I defiantly left home and shared an apartment with two roommates. I wanted to be out there, living the good life, getting in on all the action. Mannie was a party girl, loud, exuberant, fiery and fun. Roger was a flamboyant gay guy from Trinidad. He had a flair for dancing and drew enthusiastic audiences to our downtown hangout, the Blue Note, where we grooved to Motown and Soul music. The Blue Note closed down, and we were bereft without our weekend social outl...

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“Coping Differently With the Pandemic” by David Elkind

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        COPING DIFFERENTLY WITH THE PANDEMIC                                     By David L. Elkind Many of us speak about the coronavirus in the past tense, because everyone we know has been vaccinated, and the stores and restaurants usually suggest wearing masks, but don’t require them. Now that we can view it as a rece...

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“A Reflection of You” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #104

Smiles, handshakes, guffaws when appropriate, all the tricks we pick up over time to hide who are. We learn to manipulate the theme of our story to become the hero or heroine everyone expects, whether they exist or not. We pick up our traits from observing what we believe works well for others. That person surrounded by followers, listening to his or her every word as if God speaks to only them, and they have not only all the answers we are looking for, but the reasons behind the answers. People are basically the same. No one...

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“Smoke and Mirrors” by Dani W

Submitted to Contest #104

Adam Alex Niles is the most popular girl in our school.  She cheers for both competing teams, has time to visit every club, even hosts study groups. This girl is everywhere at once and knows someone everywhere she goes.  Not only is she super nice, but she has time for everything and everyone. On top of her grades, her extracurriculars, her social life. Usually when I get to her, she has a line of people waiting. It’s programmed into her so deep, I never see her not in a conversation. Sometimes, I worry that she’s talking to he...

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“At Peace At Last” by Ciara Schipper

Submitted to Contest #104

The party around me rages with unbridled temptation. The alcohol that is coursing through my system pounds in my head. There’s a deep bass from the speakers that joins in and it’s like a rave all on its own. The faces I recognised earlier are now just blurry figures. Are those figures dancing or is it just me? I stand alone in the middle of the dance floor. My friends surround me, they crowd me, but I’m still alone. It’s just another typical Friday night. I’d like to say this doesn’t happen often, but it really does. I suppose it goes back t...

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“Blame the Alcohol” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #104

It all started six years ago, at a party I hardly remember. I blame the alcohol because that’s the only way I made it through those things. Until he changed all that. Let me introduce myself. I am Amarissa Frey Johnson, taking you back six years ago when I was eighteen. Drinks flowing. I took a swig of the illegal, bootlegged  liquor. After all, what underage gal from the country, or anywhere else for that matter, don’t, at some point go behind her folks’ back? It burned on its way, but flowed smoothly down my throat and into my ...

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“An Ideal Family” by JOY DEEP SAHA

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An Ideal FamilyBy JOY DEEP SAHA The crowd hurried on their way home, trams rumbling, cars rumbling, large taxis swayed and swayed with thekind of ruthless and provocative indifference that can only be known indreams...  This is us A day on anyother day in the country. Office. Not much happened. Harold did not come backfrom lunch until four o'clock. Where is he? What did he do? He would not tellhis father about it. Walking through the hallway, when Harold walked inquietly, as usual, he said goodbye to the caller, dressed beauti...

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“Bright but Loaded” by Aein 07

Submitted to Contest #104

I woke up and turned my alarm off. It's still dark outside. The urge to continue my interrupted sleep was affecting my head, but I shook them off. I get out from my dormitory as I take my fluffy towel and head into the shower room.My body was freezing as the cold water running down my skin. There were no heaters, and it was 4 in the morning. Living as a student in an elite school is not as happy as you think. To think about the pressure to get flying colors in exam, and about the school's activities as well. Furthermore, I was currently trap...

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“Faces” by Isaac Olamiju

Submitted to Contest #104

The sky. A flock of birds in the distance. The green canopy of the leafy trees above. The weathered tarmac of the sidewalk. Hurried stepping of other pedestrians. The fleeting glimpse of vehicles speeding past. Ireti looked everywhere but the person at her side.  She’d been working herself up to interrupt him, waiting with a fast sinking hope for a lull in the torrent of words that gushed forth from his mouth. But he kept talking. He mouthed inanities. Something about being greatly offended. An expected sympathy from her. In truth, th...

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“In the Town of Eyam” by Sydney O Bryant

Submitted to Contest #104

  Sitting on the banks of the River Caen, between the two peaks, there is a little town by the name of Eyam. In this town rapids slow and birds cease their chirping as the sun rises. Through the air floats petals: scarlet, cerulean or emerald. Once in an apricot moon may you find a lilac blossom, spreading its gift throughout the sky. Spirits drape themselves across the clouds, cushioning their lithe limbs and softly grazing their smooth skin. When they tilt their gaze to the earth, they gaze upon Eyam. For there, in those blooming mead...

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“Love” by Tahira Rajwani

Submitted to Contest #104

Everyone thought Love was an extrovert. She would not blame them, nor push to correct this misconception, especially considering that as an introvert, she would prefer not to have to make unnecessary conversation when possible. After all, what they thought she was did little to change the reality of her identity, and so what did their beliefs really matter in the grand scheme of things?If they thought they were most likely to find her in the strobing lights and pulsing music of the clubs downtown or the crowded newly opened museums of the up...

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“Calvin The Comic” by Erik Pajer

Submitted to Contest #104

Calvin The Comic A bead of sweat dripped from Calvin Hoopers brow. He was filled with the exhilaration of the audience on the other side of the door. Soon it would be his turn, he could hear the people laugh at the comic that was on stage now. Open Mike at the “Trollies Tavern”, always the highlight of Calvins dull week. Not much excitement as a gas attendant. Mundane was the existence of the gas jockey. , It was when he discovered the comedy open mike at “Trollies”, that a spark was once again lit in him.  To laugh, free and simpl...

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“The Wrestling Polar Bear” by Tanae Taylor

Submitted to Contest #104

Fans around the U.S. gather around their TV and radios waiting for their champion, Coy Frost, to make history. The announcer grabs the mic.  “For the last match of the night here at the 2001 freestyle women’s wrestling tournament, we have Coy “The Polar Bear” Frost facing off the defending champion of last year’s tournament, Addo Hamadi. Coy Frost, standing at five feet, seven inches is trying to be not only the first American woman’s wrestler to win this tournament, but also the youngest at the age of 19. The young daring wre...

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“An Unexpected Lesson” by Reese Pieces

Submitted to Contest #104

"...don't you agree, Faith?" These were the words that shocked me out of the stupor I had let myself sink into. I must admit, I find the fantasies in my head much more agreeable than the ramblings of anyone. But, social courtesy compelled me to answer the question asked of me. "Um, y-yes," was my clumsy reply. I very much hoped that the point of the speaker (a rather talkative amber-haired girl that was more my sister's friend than my own,) was one that I agreed with. I have mentioned that I was paying very little attention to what was being...

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