78) Obedience
Word Count: 75

People liked him. A lot more than he'd like them to. Women flocked around him like an evil plague, and he didn't like it one bit. Men flocked around him like needy children asking for food, and he didn't like it one bit.

But the women just flocked around him for his looks, the men for his dating advice.

No one flocked to him for love.

And thus, he was fated to be alone.

Forever.

I will be posting 100 short stories.

Some of them are drabbles, some of them are droubbles, some of them are full-out stories. But they will go here, on my blog. <3

1. Beginning
2. Taint
3. Chromosome
4. Residual
5. Invincible
6. Expectations
7. Altar
8. Fourthwall
9. Cube
10. Irrationality
11. Panic
12. Incoming
13. Egotistic
14. Deficit
15. Ketchup
16. Leper
17. Function
18. Jovial
19. Rapist
20. Tempestuous
21. Literary
22. Air
23. Squish
24. Absurd
25. Prediction
26. Automated
27. Height
28. Jump
29. Endless
30. Liquid
31. Cozy
32. Maid
33. Adulthood
34. Precious
35. Bonfire
36. Ineffable
37. Nucleus
38. Feather
39. Glare
40. Icy
41. Impulse
42. Reserve
43. Paradox
44. Never
45. Sarcasm
46. Mechanism
47. Traveler
48. Under
49. Half
50. Intermission
51. Reflection
52. Fruit
53. Theory
54. Turning
55. Password
56. Confront
57. Magnetism
58. Clothes
59. Defenestrate
60. Republic
61. Childhood
62. Sushi
63. Crosswalk
64. Contagious
65. Trust
66. Smack
67. Certificate
68. Sneeze
69. Obsession
70. Down
71. Unity
72. Evil
73. Invite
74. Incite
75. Protocol
76. Bubbly
77. Exile
78. Obedience
79. Translate
80. Egg
81. Epithet
82. Glare
83. Carnival
84. Lens Cap
85. Pluto
86. Hysteria
87. Last Resort
88. Peppermint
89. Breath
90. Snicker
91. Baby
92. Feedback
93. Intersection
94. Trust
95. Misery
96. Creativity
97. Lack
98. Voiced
99. Coup De Grace
100. Finale

God-forsaken depressing sonata
Cleverly forming itself into a comical minuet
Epic silence envelops the room
Gasp escaping the teacher’s lips
What are you doing?
Crawling, a secret smile shows itself
Evenly spaced white and black keys
Glissando and arpeggios flow clumsily
Eerily meant to be beautiful
Changed into something comical and meaningless
Giggling at the inside joke unknown to the audience
Eerie laughter resounds
Cold church sends chills down spines
Grace turned gauche
Earsplitting surprise bolts through the rows
A recital turned on its ear
Giggling a snide remark.
Just being me.
The comedy routine ends
Piano recital begins again
Sitting down in a row of shame
Trembling pitifully in the presence of God
A firm hold, threatening in nature
What did you do?!
A soft, scared statement,
Afraid for the fate of its speaker.
Just being me.

(My first poem. Bear with me.)