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       This is the short story I wrote as an exercise. My brother and sister-in-law started a facebook group where we each write a short story once a week with a different theme. The theme for this short story is Faces. Let me know what you think. We will be writing a new story every week.  "I am Me"  By: Melissa Francisco Barbara prodded at her nose and smiled. The tingling sensation that always followed an “Alteration” as they were called, made her laugh. This was her second alteration in one month and she was already thinking about another one. She walked to her nightstand and picked up a photograph. It was of a seventeen year old girl with braces. Her features didn’t resemble Barbera in the least. “Can’t believe its only been three years since I was able to have an Alteration for the first time.” She said aloud. A muffled voice came from the bathroom and Barbara smiled again. “Can’t hear you Jill” she said. A young woman about Barbe...

Chapter Five             Abby felt her emotions changing just after the police cars started to roll. She would be happy and joyful one moment then angry and sporadic the next. The officers in her car were looking more and more nervous and Abby was beginning to understand Shawn's plan. Of course, she though, make them think I am insane and they have me. The officers words to Josh ran like a tredmill through her thoughts, 'The Department of Corrections and rehabilitation…' This is fabulous , she thought , two years of work and I end up in a home for crazy people , but even as she thought she felt her emotions roller costing again. She wanted to scream, stop it! but she figured that wouldn’t help her situation any so she did her best to control herself. It was already obvious to the men with her that she was not normal and she had noticed them nodding to each other several times as if this was what they expected. Curse you Sha...

Chapter Four             Shawn bit his lip and clenched his fist. The letter in his hand was the very thing he had been afraid of since he came to Earth two years earlier. The first phrase said it all and he read it over and over again, feeling his anger building up like a kinked hose. He reached for his notebook and grabbed a pen. One last attempt , he thought and he began to write To his royal highness, lord of the lightless, and Emperor of the dimension glass             Sire, I did not give the proper depiction of my situation in my last letter, please allow me to do so now. You have requested that I return immediately and assume the search for another descendant but before this can take place I must be permitted to explain. I have located miss Park and am now sure that I can bring her back within three months. I could retrieve her now but that will not gain u...