She leaned on me and cried, speech broken like her heart. I was her rock, but she needed softness, too.
Sympathy was all I could offer. Struggles for empathy rendered me near indifferent.
I embraced her, yet my heart felt nothing, still fearing heartbreak. Just a shoulder to cry on.
Jason realizes the faults in his stories after he submits them. His discouragement with his work upon further reflection caused him to pursue a career in computer science, with writing on the side.
“You have an ability that nobody else has. Don’t you think that’s at least a little bit awesome?”
“No, not really.”
“But your ability is so cool!”
“Really? Do you actually wish you could do what I can do?”
“…No. I guess not. But I’m glad you can do it!”
This is how I think most people would react to the special abilities people have in my web serial, Special People. It’s kind of like having a friend with an “awesome” moustache: it’s cool that they have it, but I’d never grow one like that myself.
This story was based on the prompt “nobody has” at TypeTrigger.
“What do you think would happen if a yodeler got turned into a zombie? Would it cry for our brains with yodels?”
“Ok, stupid question, fair enough. Oh man, you know what would be really freaky, though? Zombified birds. Because they could fly.”
Sometimes I really hate my friends.
@DashP responded to a request for two nouns and a verb with the words “zombie”, “yodels”, and “fly”.
Martin was my worst friend. You know how some people say they have a “best” friend? Martin was the opposite of that. Like, if “BFF” means “Best Friends Forever”, then I’d call Martin my “WFFA”: Worst Friend For Always. That’s how much I didn’t like him.
Couldn’t really say why.