Monday, February 11, 2013

Learn (Prompt Fiction)

Found on google images. I own nothing.



What could you possibly teach me? I want to know more, to do more, to be more. I don’t know that I want to learn.

What is this word you keep shoving at my face and stuffing down my throat? Do I look like a statue to you? Something unfeeling and uncaring and made of pure, white stone? I am not that cold. I am not that pure.

I am me.

I am different.

My differences make me want to be more. I want to know, but I do not want to learn this strange thing you ask of me.

(c) Sara Harricharan