Emory pranced into the room projecting every ounce of confidence he could manifest into his self attempted saunter. The tumble that threw his balance he turned into a strut, throwing his hips momentem left to right embracing the thought of empowerment while frieghtened by the thought of emasculation. His fears turned into confidence as he flaunted poise he never thought he could embody until he reached the center table. With his chin high and chest extended he turned to soak in the rooms observants. To which he found no one looking, nothing at all. As no one noticed nor would have cared. And once again Emory realized he was truly alone.
It has a great sequel “All the Things I’m Embarrassed About That Nobody Remembers or Even Noticed”
I’m still working through “Stuff I thought was fine but actually blew up”
Chapter 1:
Emory pranced into the room projecting every ounce of confidence he could manifest into his self attempted saunter. The tumble that threw his balance he turned into a strut, throwing his hips momentem left to right embracing the thought of empowerment while frieghtened by the thought of emasculation. His fears turned into confidence as he flaunted poise he never thought he could embody until he reached the center table. With his chin high and chest extended he turned to soak in the rooms observants. To which he found no one looking, nothing at all. As no one noticed nor would have cared. And once again Emory realized he was truly alone.
Yep we’re the leads in our own story not anyone else’s