My name is Aliah, just Aliah, and I'm cursed.
Some could call it a blessing to have power in a world where the powerless are like scum and the powerful like royalty. But I may as well be powerless. My "gift" causes those who look at me to see their ideal of beauty. I can't turn it off or know what they're looking at unless I ask. Not even my friends know what I look like, not that I have many. I found out my powers on a date with my first boyfriend and let me tell you, hearing you're supposed boyfriend telling you that you're "green eyes" are gorgeous,when they are brown, and you're "fuzzy red hair" is brighter than fire, when it's actually a shade darker than rich chocolate, is not a nice way to find out. I was 14 and I thought my world had ended. Now I'm 20, It's just depressing. So, to keep my sanity I make it a game I play. I've been playing it for six years and no one has beaten me yet. Today is my 21st birthday and I have decided to go torture myself.
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The Cursed Gift
FantasyIn a world where Power is your position in the social food chain most assume Aliah to be the lowest. little do they know she has secrets... and a curse? currently this is just a short story. I may continue it as a longer story but right now I am to...
