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.
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Joined: May 26, 2020

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Hidden Truths

August 17, 2020

    My creator's face is buried in his hands. Sitting beside him, I'm covered in dark, harsh strokes, singing a sorrowful melody. Other competitors' names boom through a speaker; they then receive golden plaques for their paintings that sing delightful melodies. My creator's name is never called. 
    We feel condescending glares on us; the same glares the judges gave. The room feels colder. 
    "Why do you paint such ugliness on me?" I ask him. 
    "Because there is such ugliness in the world, but people would rather hide such truths."
    He's missing a golden plaque. 

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