The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Nadia Corin
I don’t know why they pick on me, or call me names; what’s wrong with having stripes on your head? They have swirls, but who cares? It’s what’s inside that matters. They laugh and point, giggle and snort – they have no idea what it feels like to be treated this way.
But I’ve made a new friend that understands me. He’s different from his own kind, too. He doesn’t mind what I look like, doesn’t snicker or leer. We understand one another.
They don’t laugh any more, now that they’ve met my new friend. Because no matter his or my outside, the venom coursing through him works instantly, and he doesn’t like the way they treat me.
What a pleasingly wicked, effective way to handle the situation! Good one!
A delightfully wicked and satisfying story.
Can he be my friend too?
This is great – love a good revenge story 🙂