642 Things to Write About
Last Monday at 6:00AM, Mpfft woke up to see Tqrt sprawled all over the bottom half of the bed. Mpfft teasingly called Tqrt "Zdww" due to Tqrt's odd sleeping habits. Mpfft looked fondly upon Tqrt's dark purple eye, a birth defect. How Tqrt was born with only a single purple eye is a secret Mpfft will never know. Mpfft found it endearing but had never said anything about it to Tqrt; it's a very touchy subject. Both of them agreed age, weight and hair colour were also taboo. Mqfft slowly got out of bed and quietly walked to the washroom to get ready for work. The commute was dreadful. Tqrt's workplace was five minutes down the block and could sleep in every morning. Mpfft was only slightly bitter, only slightly.
This Monday was different. This Monday Mpfft buried Tqrt in the early morning. A hit and run on Tqrt's way to work. No longer bitter, Mpfft laid down on the bottom half of Mpfft's once shared bed and fell asleep.
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I read the topic for today's post as, "Write a true story about how you feel about love." I interpreted it as, write a story about love. I wasn't aiming for the dark and twisted 50 Shades of Grey or anything. In light of the Chick-Fil-A controversy, I wanted to communicate that love doesn't discriminate. In my short story, both characters can be either male and/or female. Everybody pairing combination can have silly nicknames, secrets and sore points. Everybody can love and be hurt. Everybody is equal, period.
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