| Commentary and Philosophy Flash Fiction posted March 1, 2021 |
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fake life
Dumb-dumb
by Iza Deleanu
I am so beautiful, so perfect, so full of Me! Yup, that's how I grew up rotten, not because I wanted to, but because I was the only child, so my parents spoiled me to death.
I've never worked a day in my life. Even in school, they bought my grades, my diplomas, my extra-curriculum activities. My only job was to be pretty and keep my mouth shut! You know what they say, blond girls are dumb!
Surprise! I'm not blonde, and I don't have big blue eyes; I have brown hair and pathetic small brown eyes! That's why I wear a ton of make-up to hide what I don't have. I guess I am lucky. My body's awesome. I can't complain. That was the only thing I worked for my entire life.
I practically grew up in the gym. Probably you are asking me what I do for a living. I am a Zumba instructor. That was the only job I could do as a Pro. I loved to dance, and voila, that paid off! I got hired instantly. I am not sure if they hired me because of my dancing skills or because of my body.
My boyfriend calls me dumb-dumb and thinks it is sweet. I don't! I play the dumb card because I can use it to get what I want. I learned this from my mom. When things get worse, I pull that card and flutter my eyelashes, faking innocence. In this way, it is never my fault.
Today I got played. I found somebody who was "dumber" than me, mugged me, and ditched me. Now I am lying in this dump grave, with my fake eyelashes, my pretty body, and my empty soul. Good Night America, and a spooky night to all!
Surprise Me writing prompt entry
I am so beautiful, so perfect, so full of Me! Yup, that's how I grew up rotten, not because I wanted to, but because I was the only child, so my parents spoiled me to death.
I've never worked a day in my life. Even in school, they bought my grades, my diplomas, my extra-curriculum activities. My only job was to be pretty and keep my mouth shut! You know what they say, blond girls are dumb!
Surprise! I'm not blonde, and I don't have big blue eyes; I have brown hair and pathetic small brown eyes! That's why I wear a ton of make-up to hide what I don't have. I guess I am lucky. My body's awesome. I can't complain. That was the only thing I worked for my entire life.
I practically grew up in the gym. Probably you are asking me what I do for a living. I am a Zumba instructor. That was the only job I could do as a Pro. I loved to dance, and voila, that paid off! I got hired instantly. I am not sure if they hired me because of my dancing skills or because of my body.
My boyfriend calls me dumb-dumb and thinks it is sweet. I don't! I play the dumb card because I can use it to get what I want. I learned this from my mom. When things get worse, I pull that card and flutter my eyelashes, faking innocence. In this way, it is never my fault.
Today I got played. I found somebody who was "dumber" than me, mugged me, and ditched me. Now I am lying in this dump grave, with my fake eyelashes, my pretty body, and my empty soul. Good Night America, and a spooky night to all!
I've never worked a day in my life. Even in school, they bought my grades, my diplomas, my extra-curriculum activities. My only job was to be pretty and keep my mouth shut! You know what they say, blond girls are dumb!
Surprise! I'm not blonde, and I don't have big blue eyes; I have brown hair and pathetic small brown eyes! That's why I wear a ton of make-up to hide what I don't have. I guess I am lucky. My body's awesome. I can't complain. That was the only thing I worked for my entire life.
I practically grew up in the gym. Probably you are asking me what I do for a living. I am a Zumba instructor. That was the only job I could do as a Pro. I loved to dance, and voila, that paid off! I got hired instantly. I am not sure if they hired me because of my dancing skills or because of my body.
My boyfriend calls me dumb-dumb and thinks it is sweet. I don't! I play the dumb card because I can use it to get what I want. I learned this from my mom. When things get worse, I pull that card and flutter my eyelashes, faking innocence. In this way, it is never my fault.
Today I got played. I found somebody who was "dumber" than me, mugged me, and ditched me. Now I am lying in this dump grave, with my fake eyelashes, my pretty body, and my empty soul. Good Night America, and a spooky night to all!
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Writing Prompt This is a flash fiction contest. Write a story that has a surprise ending. Since it is flash, the word count must be between 200 and 600 words. The ending can be funny, sad, shocking, etc. But the reader has to be surprised. |
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