I'm not weird

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is for a competition "Who's The Strangest?". Marty is obviously very weird, but is in in denial. She has weird hobbies and a very weird characteristic. But that's who she is , right? She also has very very strange beliefs. I hope this is good enough :D!

Submitted: August 02, 2013

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It was the worst of times when my mom decided to kill herself but yet again, it was the best of times. I got rid of another family member. I like to be alone; I don’t need anyone to worry about me. I’m old enough to make my own decisions, and I know I’d be better off without any siblings. Even without you, her, him, or them, I want to be alone. Literally.

I really like wood, its brown color reminds me of myself. My hair and eyes are just as the wood’s color. I feel like we have so much in common. Tree’s stand-alone without any help or support; it grew all on its own. Its start as a seed than BAM that seed’s gone, just like my mom is. And day by day the branches will all fall until it has nothing but its core. The branches are my siblings, and I’m the core that will be the last step of death. See how much we have in common? My house is in the middle of nowhere, and it’s a tree. I live with my best friend that I have so much in common. You can call me weird, but I’m not as afraid as you are to be myself, I’m a freak. Before I go to sleep, I like to caress a piece of bark that I put next to me on my bed. I want to create a whole cloth line just made out of bark. Imagine? No one would wear it, except me, so what I’m going to do today is pretend that I’m a fashion designer, and I’m Kelly Clarkson and her designer. Fun right? I know I’m 23 years old, this is just my hobby.

Here’s the weird part about me, my nose is also brown. I love it. I love everything brown. Light brown, dark brown, even hazel. Every type of brown is mine basically. I’m not selfish or anything, but don’t my characteristics and my hobbies give me every right to OWN that color? I think it does. Once I had a dream that I actually became a tree, like my nose kept on growing, sort of like Pinocchio without the lying part, until I became a tree and the rest of my body became the branches and leaves.

Wait, I can make my dream come true. You think I can’t, don’t you? You have no opinion since I will be the reason you die. I AM NOT weird, I’m unique. One day, you’ll see a tree with the name ‘Marty’ carved all over it; this is how you know you’re going to die soon.  You think this is scary? Wait until the day you and all your friends see what you’ve never ever seen.

Good night.It was the worst of times when my mom decided to kill herself but yet again, it was the best of times. I got rid of another family member. I like to be alone; I don’t need anyone to worry about me. I’m old enough to make my own decisions, and I know I’d be better off without any siblings. Even without you, her, him, or them, I want to be alone. Literally.

I really like wood, its brown color reminds me of myself. My hair and eyes are just as the wood’s color. I feel like we have so much in common. Tree’s stand-alone without any help or support; it grew all on its own. Its start as a seed than BAM that seed’s gone, just like my mom is. And day by day the branches will all fall until it has nothing but its core. The branches are my siblings, and I’m the core that will be the last step of death. See how much we have in common? My house is in the middle of nowhere, and it’s a tree. I live with my best friend that I have so much in common. You can call me weird, but I’m not as afraid as you are to be myself, I’m a freak. Before I go to sleep, I like to caress a piece of bark that I put next to me on my bed. I want to create a whole cloth line just made out of bark. Imagine? No one would wear it, except me, so what I’m going to do today is pretend that I’m a fashion designer, and I’m Kelly Clarkson and her designer. Fun right? I know I’m 23 years old, this is just my hobby.

Here’s the weird part about me, my nose is also brown. I love it. I love everything brown. Light brown, dark brown, even hazel. Every type of brown is mine basically. I’m not selfish or anything, but don’t my characteristics and my hobbies give me every right to OWN that color? I think it does. Once I had a dream that I actually became a tree, like my nose kept on growing, sort of like Pinocchio without the lying part, until I became a tree and the rest of my body became the branches and leaves.

Wait, I can make my dream come true. You think I can’t, don’t you? You have no opinion since I will be the reason you die. I AM NOT weird, I’m unique. One day, you’ll see a tree with the name ‘Marty’ carved all over it; this is how you know you’re going to die soon.  You think this is scary? Wait until the day you and all your friends see what you’ve never ever seen.

Good night.


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