Just a drabble. I'm putting off writing the next chapter of DWB for as long as I can.
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Am I beautiful?
I look at my reflection.
In the glittering water.
I cannot see it.
You humans tell me.
You praise me and my kind.
Whilst my preevolved form.
You scorn.
Well, what is beautiful?
Is it having,
a stained glass tail,
with a feather-fan tip,
fathomless ebony eyes,
impeccable cream scales,
long crimson lashes?
Or is it having a noble heart?
Knowing that one day, you'll be able to do something good?
And that, while you are not much to look at, you have all the strength of a legendary in terms of courage?
You humans may call me beautiful.
Feed me Pokeblock, enter me in contests, pin ribbons on my scales.
But I'll always call Feebas the truly beautiful one.
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For the record, drabbles are stories 100-300 words long.