Carrying OnI tentatively peek outside my grime-stained window and,just as I expected, the boys were still outside, throwing the usual hateful comments... They had confronted me at my rusty school gates, where I was waiting for a so-called 'friend' who had probably already left without me. The boys (there were around 10 of them) ran up to me and began jeering almost as soon as they saw me. I was paralysed with fear when I thought of the humiliation and self-loathing this would trigger. I was debating possible outcomes whilst throwing away the insults as best as I could, trying to not let them reach my heart. Of course, many insults already had harmed me in the past but had help came; never. In fact, I had been insulted so many times before that I had started to believe everything they said. It was like they were taking out all my positive thoughts and drilling in new ones. The only outcome was to run and so I did. I wished to get out of this place, away from the bullies, away from everythingCarrying On1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bookworm Terrence looked up from the book, confused. Moments ago he had been on an adventure, killing the bad people and kissing the cute ones. But now he was sitting on a familiar park bench - was this a reread?Bookworm2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked at the piles of books at his feet. Automatically, he dropped the book into one pile and picked up a new one from the other. The title didn't matter. He began to read, and soon enough, he was on an adventure again.
The other man on the bench looked around, and for a moment, like Terrence had been, he was confused by the park bench and the clear blue sky. "This is the real world, right?"
Terrence thought for a moment. "Yes."
"Did you finish your book?"
"Yes, I'm on the next one," said Terrence. "Did you finish yours?"
"Almost," he answered, looking down at his book and falling silent.
For a long time, they were elsewhere. With each finished book, the reader grabbed a