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{Olelo}

"Whisperer"

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tiger dog
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I never liked my voice. I never will. people made fun of me for it. The day was crisp and cool, I walked into the coffee
shop, ordering a hot chocolate, except, I didn't talk. I never do anymore. I have made myself mute. I can't ever speak
again and I won't, don't even try to get me to. I walked out of the shop and watched as a leaf fluttered down off the
tree, soon it would be forgotten about. Like me. As I walked along the side of the road I bumped into someone, they
were on the ground now and I reached out a hand to help them up. It was a girl around my age. She took my hand and
with a huff pulled herself up. "Thank you." She said politely. I nodded my head. "Shy much?" She said with a wink. I
shook my head. "Oh.." she said trailing off. She then snapped her fingers. "I got it. You must be mute, you can obviously
see and hear." She said with her smile. The one that I now began to think was cute, sort of. I shook my head yes. Before
I realized what was going on she pulled a piece of paper out of her purse. On it was a phone number. "You should text
me some time." She said and then added, "handsome." before walking away. I blushed furiously.

Today I texted her. We talked for a while and she ended up asking if I wanted to see a movie. It wasn't a date but I knew
it was the closest thing I'd get. I said yes. I drove to her house and picked her up. She told me all about herself. I smiled.
"Maybe you can write down everything about you?" She said smiling back. I had the urge to talk. I wanted to. But... I just
couldn't. I nodded to her, and turned the music up, feeling the vibrations in my body. We arrived at the theater shortly
after the song ended and I payed for our things.

The movie ended and we walked outside to my car. We stood out there for a while. I was thinking about her. I studied her.
She was flawless. Her voice too. Suddenly she walked over to me, she pressed her face against mine, all tension in my
body released as I kissed her back, our bodies melded together. She attempted to step back but I wouldn't let go. We had
to stay in that moment for an eternity. I finally formed my mouth around the words, I forced myself to speak. "Why did
you do that?" I whispered, my face buried in her shoulder. At that moment i realized i had matured. My voice wasn't squeaky
anymore. I sounded nice. I smiled. "Because, it doesn't matter what you sound like, you can still be happy." She said. She
went for another kiss and all thought melted from me. "I love you. Thank you for showing me what love is." I replied.

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[The Worst Username]

Hello! This is going to be a really choppy little story thing; I had to cut a lot to keep it at 500 words, so I'm sorry it it's bad.

Miodra (Female)
Form by The Worst Username


“Everyone, for our unit on world religions, we’re going to be doing lots of stuff: presentations and the like. But first off, I need you all to know: there are more religions than just Christianity. You probably know about religions such as Judaism and Islam—” at this, a few snarls and boos rise from the class. Ms. Quij fixes them all with a hard stare, bringing silence.

“But there are many more religions than just those. Now, everyone, I’d like to know, who in here is Christian?”

I should probably raise my hand. My parents are Christians, after all, and so is most everyone in my family. I mean, look: almost everyone is raising their hand. Just Noah, JJ, Leigh, and myself have our hands down. At least I’m not the only one with my hand down, I guess.

The room grows thick with silence. Everyone is staring at us. Holy crap, everyone is staring at us right now, I’m serious; I feel tons and tons of eyes on me, staring me down, judging me. Noah, JJ, and Leigh are looking back at those staring bravely.

I scan the room again and see pair upon pair of eyes on me. Blush spreads in my cheeks and I look down at my desk.

The teacher looks at all of us, mildly interested, as if we’re lab rats in a maze. “Now—keep your hands up—which of you are Jewish?”

I look around. Noah, JJ, and Leigh all have their hands up, not to mention all of the Christians who still have their hands raised. Anger burns in me. I feel oddly betrayed, and my cheeks are only getting redder. Now all of the eyes are on me. I’m all alone. Why do I have to be all alone? I should raise my hand, pretend I’m Jewish, and get it over with.

I don’t raise my hand, however. I just keep staring at the desk. The lights are too bright. Nothing seems real, and yet everything seems too real. It’s like I have a fever.

I dare to glance back at Ms. Quij. She stares at me just like all of the other students with their curious, judgmental gazes fixed on me; her interest is piqued, and I can see it in her blazing red eyes. Now I’m the only lab rat who hasn’t figured her way out of the maze: the one all the other rats are laughing at.

“Who here…” Ms. Quij seems to think for a second. My heart starts pumping. My insides feel like water, a sloshing lake of water beneath my skin. A frothing mess. A monster, waiting to emerge. “is an atheist?”

Panic squeezes my chest and my head in a vise, like water when you go under but it’s way too cold for swimming. I stare down at the deck, putting all of my focus into not vomiting, and then I raise my hand.

I look up. All eyes are glued to my face.

Good luck everyone, and have a nice day!

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Username;
Rustyx3
Name;
Margo
Gender;
Male
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What are they insecure about?;
Margo is a naturally weird kalon with weird secrets and traits, but there's one in particular that he tries to keep hidden above all the rest. He has pica which causes him to have weird cravings and taste, and in his case, he craves ocean foam.
Margo has always had the craving for ocean foam for as long as he could remember, but the earliest memory was when he when to the beach on a fishing trip with his family. He was around 4 at the time and never really listen to his parents. So when they said not to wonder off, he just ran to fallow a crab away from the group when they weren't looking. He fallowed the crab till they were out of sight and near the coast line of the ocean. Margo was so fixated on the crab, that he did not notice he was headed for the ocean till a huge wave of foam rushed over him. Luckily, he was not washed away, but he did get a mouthful of the salty substance. Instead of being discussed by the taste, he actually liked it. Seeing that his parents weren't in sight, afraid of getting in trouble, he quickly started eating it like candy before he heard his parents call out for him. He wiped the foam off of his mouth and ran back to the group before they could find out what just happened.
His parents didn't find out about this weird food craving till he was around the age of 10. It was a pitch black night when Margo and his parents had a huge argument loud enough to wake up the neighborhood. Before the fight was over, Margo stormed out the door and ran away as his parents called for him to come back. Margo lived close to the sea, so it did not take long for him to reach his destination. Once he arrived at the coast, he noticed the foam that drenched the ocean surface. Being that he was sad and yearned for comfort, he started to feast on it hoping for some sort of joy to come out of it. But after about 10 minutes of eating and crying, his parents found him crawled in a ball with his mouth covered in foam. They dragged him home, had a talk, scolded him and then proceeded to ground him for a month.
Now he is 21 and lives on his own in a house near the coast of Florida. From time to time, when the sea would be covered in its salty treat, he'll walk over and grab a bite. As long as no one is looking.

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Insecurity

"I'd like to introduce you to my friend." he said, wrapping his arm around my neck. "His name is Rodrigo."
I smiled at who I hoped to be my new friend.
"Nice to meet you." she said, but she gave me an odd look.
I continued a polite smile and nodded at her.
Silence. I waited for one of them to strike a conversation, but she was waiting for me and he was oblivious.

"Um, can I talk to you for a sec?" she asked him.
He looked at me and back at her. "Um... yep?"
They walked away from me, only a few feet. I could still hear them, but they didn't know that.

"Is there something wrong with him?"
"Wrong with who?" he asked.
"With your friend," she replied. "Is he antisocial or something?"
He laughed. "No, no. He loves people,"

Liar. But that's besides the point I thought. He was just trying to protect me.
From what?
"Rodrigo is a mute." he explained. "He can hear, but he can't speak."
"So he's faking it? Is he mental or something?"
From that.
I frowned. I tried really hard to make new friends, honest. But most friendships are held together through conversation, a basic necessity I lacked. He was only my friend because we almost never saw each other in real life, allowing me to converse through text rather than speak.

"So I'm just curious - how'd you meet him? He seems a bit shady." she inquired. It was a taunt, I was sure I was meant to hear it.
"Ugh, you're so insensitive! You just met him. He's a good man." He tried to keep his voice as a whisper.
Thanks... I thought. I mean, at least he was trying...
Mother worried about me. Father, too. I try to be outgoing, but I'm always left out instead. I try being alone, and I'm called antisocial. I want to talk to my crush, but... I can't. Literally. Now, what kind of life is that? People take the ability to talk for granted far too often.

"You didn't answer my first question." she hissed, crossing her arms and staring daggers at him and me both at once.
"He's not mental." he murmured. "He's got a genetic condition, he can't help it. Couldn't speak if he wanted to. I... I can't be the judge of it, of course, but I imagine it's more painful than being deaf. See, he gets to witness everything, but he doesn't get to contribute. It's kind of sad. Now, be decent and give him a shot."
I frowned, slumping my shoulders. I wondered if I'd ever find more people like him, people that could overlook my mutism and just act like I'm normal. Like I'm sane. Like I exist.

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[lunaire]

username; peppermint;
name; December-meaning; 'the tenth one's in Hawaiian
gender; agender
what are they insecure about?;
I enter the shop, the bittersweet scent in the air. I have never been here before, so I'm ready to run if someone recognizes me. My eyes dart around the room nervously, and then sit down at a table near the window. I gaze out into the street.
"Hello! What can I get for you?" I jump, then realize it was only the waiter asking what coffee I want. I look into her eyes, waiting for the disgust and confusion to come into her eyes. It doesn't show. I reply saying I want dark roast, and return looking through the window. The waiter goes behind the counter to get my drink. I begin to think about school. All those taunting voices. The all-seeing eyes. The dark, sharp and filthy mouths.
"Sir? Here's your coffee," she says and sits on the other side of the table. I think she sees the surprise and alarm in me. She smiles, and for the first time in my life, I noticed that her eyes were smiling too. I think of the teachers who smile


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[Amberlilli]

username;
Amberlilli
name;
Archie
gender;
Male
what are they insecure about?;
Ever since he was a boy, Archie was cast out for his strange mannerisms. He spoke quietly and was always nervous about something, always looking behind him. Archie is insecure about his anxiety. Archie always feels like someone is out to get him, even if they just want to be friends. He feels as if he always did something to upset someone, even if he never even met them before. He is scared that his anxiety will stop him from finding any new friends, and that he will be alone. Archie is able to talk to others, but not without an excessive nervous aura surrounding him. He will often end a conversation before it even starts as well. Archie wants to go out and do things, but he feels as if he cannot get up in the morning without someone calling him out.
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