Just Bear With Me
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Emotions, something that only living beings experience.
What am I then? I’m not exactly considered to be living and yet I have feelings. Even if I can’t show it through the yarn that is stitched across my soft fabricated skin, I still have them and one day I hope that he will notice me for my true self and not what I appear to be…
Foreword
I am entering this story in a writing competion! ^^
Check it out here!
http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/264824/the-sky-is-the-limit-writing-contest-round-2-bigbang-infinite-shinee-snsd-writingcontest-exo-bap
The prompt I'm using is:
Prompt 10: Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house–the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture–must be resurrected from the ruins and examine. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story. – From the God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
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