She was a lonely girl. The outcast type with few friends but real ones. Sometimes she felt like she was the only one to think of things. How horrible humans could be. How tiny and miserable they were compared to the rest. How paradoxically huge their vanity and egocentrism would always be. She had this feeling, like sinking in her own chest in some greyish black hole eating her up. While the rest of her school was laughing, having fun, thinking of everything but the important stuff.
Sometimes she wondered if it had ever accurred to anyone that the Earth was dying, because of us, that we'd die with our planet, because we're not gods, that it was our fucking mess to clean. If anyone had ever thought of all that, then why did so many people act as if everything were perfect ?
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Sam [COMPLETE]
Short Story~ COMPLETE ~ The #PlanetOrPlastic writing contest (by @NationalGeographic) inspired me because the topic is so important to me, to all of us I hope. I know the deadline's past. I know my story's over 500 words. But I still wanted to share it. I thin...
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