My story for prompt 10/10 of this contest:
She knew that she was teased. But, the only feeling she had was indifference. She never liked the human world or the real world in general. She preferred imagination. Around her neighbourhood she was called the witch who told lies. They started calling her that after she said she had seen a fairy and said that it turned teeth to candy.
That was so many years ago. She was older now. Though, the teasing didn’t stop. Her only companion was a black cat. She used to feed her and in return the cat always listened to her. She tried to be social but her pale looks and soft voice made her an alien around town. They didn’t want her around: period.
Maybe, if I were a spider, she thought mournfully, I can make my own web. Then, if anyone criticized me I would lure them in and devour them.
In the mornings she used to paint. She used to paint pictures of people in twos and threes: then, a girl or boy lost in a field. She would then cry. After a period she would throw her pictures out. Sometimes, the paintings would be taken away by a boy. She once came out to ask him what he was doing and he replied that he was only taking the canvases. He said if she didn’t need them he would paint over them. She screamed at him, chasing him away.
One day, she poured paint on herself and sat for hours. Then she smiled. She took a match.
She watched as the house burned down. The cat meowed in her arms.
She thought, the town cannot tease her now. The boy took her in. He saw that the town was to blame, even himself.
Maybe, he thinks, he should help her.
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