The Social Porcupine

Inevitably Selfish  “To be whole is to be broken. To be connected is to be separated. One must know madness to  understand this, and all that dwells deeper inside the mind.” The professor smiled toward his students.  Vann winced. To him that smile felt wrong, evil. He raised his hand.  “Yes, Vann?” The professor sighed, as if he'd rather not hear Vann’s voice. Vann already had a reputation, after just three classes.  Vann’s seat mate, Maggie, elbowed his ribs. “You’ve got him worried.”  Vann ignored her. “It sounds to me as if you are proposing a form of selfishness? One that leads the searcher down a path of loneliness.”  The professor gritted his teeth, smiling. “First I'll ask you each a question. Tell me, one of you that is not hurt by another? Who is not deep down weighed by past wrongs? Who cannot grasp the future because one from the past holds you captive?”  Vann did not answer, could not.  “Deep down we cannot deny the truth:

Reasons I know I have it ( life ) all figured out and I'm the last living, sane, human (on Earth): I know what I want to do with my life (I still have to do most of it as I haven't died yet) . I constantly realize everyone else is a stupid idiot. Especially while I'm driving. I follow my head rather than my heart. I know what other people should do to stop being stupid (obviously) . I'd make a great world dominator.  I laugh more than most people. I drink water (most people drink soda... or coffee) .  I don't even need coffee. I actually enjoy life most of the time. I think that's a plus.  I don't really care what other's think. That doesn't really matter. I thrive while most people stress. Not because most people stress, but just because I'm good with stress. I like adulting, though I hate the word. I wouldn't move to another planet if it were an option. I'm satisfied with the world God gave me. Though I think He'

Note: I've decided to start posting flash fiction every Saturday, as I've been writing a 250 word short story every week for a contest I'm a part of! I have a lot of tales to share, so for now I'll be posting three every Saturday. Eventually I'll post only one. Enjoy! I Have A Secret “Hey, you.”  I look around. The sidewalk is crowded with bums and hippies, a few “decent” folk trying to make their way. I know nobody. I keep walking.  “Wait! I was talking to you.” Somebody pulls on my sleeve, a young girl, maybe eight?  “What do you want?”  “Nothing. I just want you to sit by me.”  I stifle a laugh.  “I have a secret - I'll say it out loud to you if you sit by me.”  “I'm kinda busy kid,” I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. If I don't hurry I'll be late for work.  “That's what everyone says,” the kid’s eyes fall.  Something melts inside of me. “Where do you want to sit?”  A smile lights up the kid's

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The Rules: Give the person who tagged you a never-ending supply of cookies (or just thank them - either work)  THANK YOU  Tori  ... cookies are kinda hard to ship ;p Answer all the questions and use the blog graphic for this tag somewhere in your post  Pass along the tag to at least five other people Wear a sweater (okay, this is optional...but why wouldn't you want to??) These are my two favorite sweaters that I wear all the time! The first feels like soft bath towel, the second is wool!! Both are warm and comfy. Also the contrast of these two photos really show my photo interests well ;p Artsy fashion vs. selfie ;D Fuzzy sweater (a book that is the epitome of comfort) This has to be C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. Those books just make me way too happy ;D Always ;D  not the movies though. Those make me unhappy. I like the BBC versions better Striped sweater (book which you devoured every line of) That's a lot of books.... but

A Real Clue? Ann didn't always sit alone at school recesses and lunches. Patty came to say hi and sit with her quite often. This was Ann's little secret she didn't tell anyone – she was very selfish with wanting Patty all to herself. Deep down Ann knew all would be happy she wasn't truly becoming anti-social. They might be a little mad at her for ignoring the other girls. But Ann didn't really care. Today she sat alone. Patty hadn't come and Ann wasn't going to join the other girls. At one time they had all been good friends. Especially she and Barbara. But those girls said cruel things. Things that Ann would never repeat, even to let her mind rest. They had lectured her for her grief rather than comfort her – condemned her tears, saying she lacked faith in embracing Jesus' comfort completely. What would they know? The biggest sorrow they ever had was a sore tooth – causing them to miss an afternoon of play. No – they were no longe