/lit/ - Literature

>I looked behind me. Her eyes were shiny; she was looking at me. I looked forward. I turned my neck again, her eyes still locked in my direction. The world must have been beautiful to her, with those two blue crystals embedded in marshmallows.

Should I just give up? I want to enter in a competition, but I don't know what point of view I want.

“Kill yourself Earthling!” the huge octopus-like brain commanded. Its long, thick, purple tentacles flapped restlessly. “You are worthless!” “You will never amount to anything.” Its high pitched, echoic voice hurt the human’s ears. “Life is only suffering. You know that deep down you truly want to end it all, but are too cowardly to go through with it. Don’t fret, once it is over, you do not have to withstand life’s torment anymore.”
Each sentence the monster said, although it hurt, ringed true to the human’s ears. As consequence, his mental health was diminishing rapidly, as if each word slashed a piece of his self-confidence.