I don't think of myself as a writer but this sounds like a really fun and approachable challenge, so I'd love to participate. I'll check back on the date to see the keyword. Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!
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Post by Stephanie (swordlilly) on Apr 1, 2023 17:47:56 GMT -5
No one ever talks about the pain behind the glamor. Behind that graduation photo, the fevered nights, squished sandwiches, notes upon notes upon blue-scrawled notes, coffee going cold in a cup. Lights clicking on and off in the library, telling you to get out, go home, it's time.
No one talks about the terse rejection letters, the inboxes emptied and emptied again, the question-asking glances, the gossip, the nights of frantic dreams, scurrying through an always-closing corridor.
No, the story goes, you are smooth and successful, and money falls from the sky.
In between the glamorous announcements, there is nothing.
They don't realize I take care of evils that have plagued humanity's trash for centuries. Or only the last 24 hours. Both exist. Just last week, I fought another old jug of expired milk. After gaining sentience, its mission was to spoil the entire Earth.
"Do you ever tire of working without recognition?" asks my friend, a worn teddy I rescued once after he was discarded.
"I recognize it. You recognize it," I reply. "...And that giant, possessed PVC pipe skeleton over there will, too, soon enough."
My hair feels tight and heavy, like a bulging mass weighing down the top of my head.
"It's normal for a crown bun," my best friend tells me as she applies the final touches of makeup on my face. I feel the soft bristles of the brush gently glide across my left eyelid a few times, then my right.
"Aaaand you're done!"
I open my eyes and my friend gasps.
"You look glamorous!"
"Really?" I ask uncertainly.
"Of course! You're stunning!"
My lips curve up. I can't see myself but now I know what it feels like to be pretty.