"Every Word He Spoke was a Lie."

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(My entry for Go Teen Writers' recent contest.)

   Every word he spoke was a lie. He didn’t know what he was doing, though, so I’m not sure if it counts. All I know is that his whole life—everything he ever learned—was a lie. He literally grew up thinking green was purple and orange was blue. The grass was the sky, the children were the adults. Strange, right?

   When I found him wandering around on the street—a “river,” he called it—he was confused, asking where his enemies were. I took him in, hoping to teach him the truth.

   But now I’m wondering—what if I’m the one living in the lies?

 . . . .

These thoughts have been whirling around inside my head ever since I was a little kid. I remember distinctly when I first came up with the idea. I was walking toward the shed at my old house, and I wondered, "What if green was actually purple?" I then tried to imagine a purple crayon with the word "green" on it. It looked absurd, so I shrugged it off. But, really, what if we humans labeled everything wrong?

 I got all positive feedback, except they said there's too much backstory going on, especially for the 

first paragraph. And I have to admit that I agree completely. I wasn't a finalist, but I was honestly just excited to do the thing. It was my first time. Congratulations to all the ones who made it as finalists!

♥

Bekah Joan