Her hand was as cold as winters first snow, eyes like diamonds- cold, unfeeling, and gleaming- her hair flowed like a river of blood, her large cloak around her-- threatening to consume her. She is Wren Castaway, the love of my life. She's smart, funny, charming, sophisticated, beautiful, refined, and fascinating. By far the most amazing women I've ever met. But she'd never notice someone like me. I'm chubby, socially akward, I struggle with social anxiety, I'm stupid, ugly, and plain. Oh so pain sakingly plain. Short messy brown hair, brown eyes, braces, thick glasses, and the same five revolving outfits that I mix and match. I basically look like and ugly Velma from Scooby Doo. Even if she did like girls, which I doubt, she'd never notice me. Plain, dumpy, boring old Megan.
******This started as something completely different, it was gonna be about something waayy different, and i have no idea what happened, it just turned into this and I kinda like it.******
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Even Shorter Stories
ContoThis is just going to be little snipets showing a peek into characters lives, its not like a pre-determined character. It's just going to be a few sentences to a few paragraphs so I can do something creative. I'll try to update everyday. 《Edit》that...
