Updating an old 100 word story again as I continue to go over them. This one I thought would be appropriate for October as we slowly close in on Costume parties.
I hope you enjoy this, a new 100 word story will be up later.
*picture is originally from http://johnnymarcondes.wordpress.com/hyper/
07/15/2013 (Monday)- Norm
Each morning I stare into my mirror, as a masked face gazes back at me. It’s a simple mask: white, smooth porcelain, with two slits for the eyes. My guardians asked me to wear it, Society demands that I make it a habit.
I’ve forgotten the face under it, I wonder if I truly even knew it. I can’t remember when I started wearing this mask, when I started hiding myself.
There are people that have taken it off: deviants, heretical freaks, aberrant perverts. Society mocks them every chance she gets.
I touch my porcelain cheek. Society slaps my hand.