Huba Huba

United States

Writer, poet, musician, wanna-be-botanist.
Sleep deprived.
Call me a monster, I put milk in before the cereal.
I'm probably eating ramen right now or having a mental breakdown.
Imagine having an aesthetic bio
Joined: May 26, 2020

Message to Readers

I just rewrote my whole story.
The original was "The Last Court," but I've decided to change things up because I felt that the Last Court wasn't meaningful enough, but if you think that "The Last Court" was better, please tell me!

Hidden Truths

August 6, 2020

    My creator clutches his face in his hands, as I sit next to him, coated in dark, harsh, strokes of paint that croak about prejudice and discrimination. He watches his competitors' names get called as they happily march up to a podium to receive a piece of gold for their beautifully colored paintings that sing the glories of life. His name is never called. 
    We feel condescending glares on us.
    "Why do you paint such ugliness on me?" I ask him. 
    "Because there is such ugliness in the world, but people don't want to admit their dark, harsh truths."
    

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