Hi, there! Me here.
The following little story is going to be a personal challenge.
As you may have noticed-
//May have?//
-as you most probably noticed through my writing so far, I tend to use many long and complex sentences to explain what I want to tell (making dubious use of parenthesis and dashes) and I usually stray off-topic, most likely making my narrative, to say the very least, all-over-the-place.
Therefore I have come up with the brilliant idea of trying my hand at a simple short story in which I won't be allowed to use overly complex or long sentences.
//And, pray, define "overly", Me darling//
Okay, okay. Only simple sentences. No long paragraphs. But it has to be interesting! I can already feel a headache coming... But, yay! We're getting our first story!
//Introducing The Challenge//
//(Possible trigger warnings and translation in this episode's description, bellow)//
I'm not very linda, though.
My mom wants me to work out.
"You need to be healthy," she says. "You're getting too chubby," I hear.
I like eating.
"Ramen isn't food!"
Yeah, right. Then, how am I alive?
Must be the ice cream. And the procrastination.
Procrastination gives me deadlines.
Deadlines give me anxiety.
Anxiety equals adrenaline.
Adrenaline makes me feel.
Feel what?
Well, just feel. Alive, I guess.
I think I need therapy.
I don't really feel it, though.
Not today.
Not yet.
But I will. I know.
Someday.
When I least expect it.
But today I'm happy.
I'm still not linda. But I'm happy.
At school, but happy.
"You killed it."
//I killed something?//
"Killed what?"
"My mood."
"How?"
"Just your face. Gosh, you're hopeless. Get lost."
Hopeless. Clueless.
Often used to describe me.
It's normal.
//Do you need a hug?//
What?
//We should work on your self-esteem//
It's a character
//Yeah, right//
Come on, I'm not that gone today...
//We'll see about that//
You're really talkative today.
//You're leaving a lot of spare words//
Ha. Ha. Funny.
It shouldn't be.
//Be what?//
Normal. It shouldn't be normal that people call Linda hopeless or clueless or fat or anything else. Now, let me write.
But I'm not normal.
So it's fine.
But no one's normal.
So it's not.
Because it's normal to not be normal.
But it's not normal to be Linda and not linda.
//Ey, ey. This is awfully close to a complex sentence//
Sorry, I'm doing my best *insert puppy face*
//Ew, no. Not that face. Just go on//
Go on with what?
//Why, with the story. You won't leave Linda in such an emotionally tangled situation, will you?//
Well, what do you suggest she do?
//IDK, eat some ice cream? She likes that, right?//
Sound enough.
Life, life.
Always so harsh.
I'm hurt. But I'm glad.
Now I have pizza.
Everything's perfect.
//Thought we said she'd have ice cream?//
The lady wanted pizza. She gets pizza.
//If it makes her happy...//
Did I pass?
//Pass what?//
The challenge.
//This is it?//
Linda's happy now!
//Fair enough//
So?
//Nobody needs to know~//
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