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A war is being waged

The sun set hours ago, but it was still light here on this planet of neverending daylight.The grass is always green, the flowers are always in bloom,and 1 or 2 of our five suns are always visible.People here are sickenly cheerful;there are bright smiles on every face.

But I’m different.I dont know why.I once shrugged it off as a birth defect,but the optimistic doctors say I am in fine health.I strongly disagree.Something really IS wrong, people are happy all the time whereas I feel pain,anger, disappointment,depression,anxious,nervous,and hate as well as the good feelings.

It is getting harder every minute to paste a fake smile on my face,when I really want to cry.But I cant, tears are illegal here, and people who are not happy 100% of the time tend to disappear,like my Uncle but Im not suppose to speak of him.

A war is being waged between what I want to do and think is right and what i am told to do and told is right,and i am curious to which side will win.

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