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Sleepy Thoughts #6

Friday, August 4th, 8:20 AM: I don't want to go to work You ever have a dream that's just so lovely and comfy and just feels so right, that when your alarm goes off you lay there for an extra 10 minutes trying to get some more of it back?

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Museum of Living Statues Pt. 3

TRIGGER WARNING: Character death, manipulation, and creepy ending.

This was my final project for my creative writing class, and I was pleased with how it turned out, so please enjoy!

“Ok dear, all done! If you want to just come with me I can take you right over to the casting room.”

The waiting room was decorated with simple and clean furniture, all of which was a purple that matched the door. I was surprised to see that there were no other people sitting in here. The receptionist lead me to a plush purple loveseat, picking up a stack of papers sitting on the receptionist desk along the way. They handed the papers to me along with a pen, and I noticed their hands were shaking considerably. I looked up at their face hesitantly, and was met with a blinding reassuring smile.

“No need to rush, handsome. Just fill these out and then I’ll take you back to the casting room.” Their smile stayed bright and as I nodded in understanding, they stayed in the same spot. I hesitated as they continued to beam down at me, and their close presence began to make me sweat as I looked down at the form, which began with basic background questions.

     1. What is your full name?

     2. What is your date of birth?

     3. Where is your current residence?

I marked my answers with trembling hands as the receptionist continued to stare down at me, their eyes boring into the back of my head.

    4. How tall are you?

    5. How much do you weigh?

    6. Have you ever had plastic surgery?

My handwriting grew messier as my hands continued to shake, and my heart began to pound in my chest as I reached the last set of questions that dealt with the new ‘everyday citizen’ collection.

    7. What is your household annual income?

    8. Do you live with your family?

    9. If yes, how many people and what are their relationships to you?

Relieved that I had reached the last question, I took a deep breath and skimmed over it quickly.

    10. If you were to disappear, would anyone notice you were gone?

My pen hesitated on the last letter of my answer, my brain not fully processing what I had just read, but as soon as the receptionist saw that I had finished they snatched the pen and paper away. They skimmed over it, then grabbed my arm in a vice like grip when they had finished.

“Ok dear, all done! If you want to just come with me I can take you right over to the casting room.”

Do you ever get really sad?

Me too

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When I go into a clothing store with a friend I follow them around like a lost puppy because I know that whatever I try on/buy from this store is going to make me look as gross as I feel.

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New article on Ravishly!

It’s starting to feel like everyone is getting into relationships. When the whole world is getting into “Summer Lovin” mode and you’re on your own, it can be hard not to feel like you’re missing out on something.

Well, that’s why I’m here. Here’s “5 Things To Do When You Feel Bad About Being Single.”