friends with the monsters
Description
"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaotic for the fly."
"Eighteen year old Nam Woong was found dead in the Kims' Manor this morning. He was brutually beaten, stabbed, and drowned in alcohol. According to neighbors, the Kims' only son hosted a party and the main suspects are two teenagers, who claim that they are not the murderers. One of the two have been known for the Jung Minhee case but was mysteriously let off due to the lack of evidence.
The two and many other teenagers at this party are being interrogated as we speak. What happened to the loved by all Nam Woong and are the accusations correct?"
Foreword
author's note: i had too much time on my hands and my english class fall quarter changed my life. an entry for Wicked Writing Contest.
In most of my life, I felt like the outcast. I never felt like I belonged anywhere. I never felt like I was good enough. And in most places, I just, I don't know how to mold into the normalities of life. And that's what gets me the most. I spent so much time in life trying to fit in. Trying to be popular, and it's hard. Because whenever you're different from the norms, it's hard to get yourself out and say, "Yeah, it's okay to be like this."
I go on AFF, and I still don't feel as though I belong. Go on Twitter and Facebook and feel as lonely as it gets. I just, I don't know, I may be whining, and if it sounds like that, I apologize.
I was in a different contest/competition and it was purely off fanvoting. I was out by the second round. The worst part was because I wrote in lowercased letters that it was obvious that it was different and definitely not a good choice for that contest. And I was like oh . Those competitions are scary. Will never do again.
I don't win things, I don't even know if I write conventionally. I just know that what I write is what I like to write. I want to write stories with messages. So, if people read this and they're silent, I don't mind. I really love comments because it means someone took out their lives to read something I wrote. And I love knowing that. I love knowing someone enjoyed it. I love knowing that someone decided to read something of mine. I get excited when I get comments.
So, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. The foreword is to know the backstory of the story. And this is mine. To the people who never quite fit the jigsaw of normality and conventional. Here's it to you. I'll raise my glass to you. For the Gregor Samsa, the cockroaches who scared away the world, the Jack Frost in The Rise of the Guardians, The Wreck-it-Ralph and Vanellope von Schweetz, and the underdogs, I hope you find out that you're amazing and wonderful.
I hope you enjoy the story. I really do.
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