Short Story Contests discussion

todays topic is pimple...

I am cursed, and yet I am blessed. Pimples I do not get, yet freckles I do. A pimple may fade, but a freckle is forever. But from what I hear, pimples are hated. My friends curse their existence. So I am cursed with freckles forever, and yet I am blessed without the painful red puss spots...

Three young boys were batting a ball around in Eric's yard. The ball went over the fence. "Oh, pimples!" exclaimed Eric. The other two boys gasped. "Was that a swear word?" one of the boys asked. "Anything that does this to my face has to be a swear word," said the other boy. "Let's go tell his dad," they chimed in unison.

With freckles I walked the line. Almost all the time. Through the streets, the dirt roads. Under the sun, under their wet and dry haze ruins. Besides walls some rock, just a few rocks. I step into it, in my own fog, bogs, rocks, stones, darkness, a universe of darkness. With my freckles, my pimples may go unnoticed.

LOL

HAHAHA Operandi
that actualy happened once!