“I was created to do this job! I’m powerful and destructive! My parents are going to be so proud of me! I can do this! I was created to do this job!” I’d hoped that my inner pep talk would pump me up with confidence – no such luck. I was still shaking in my boots.

Don’t look at me that way. I know…I know…a virus who is scared to infect. Who’d have thunk that was even possible? Well, I’m here to tell you that it is VERY possible!

My big bro, Trojan Horse, has his picture in the Virus Hall of Fame. Can you say, “PRESSURE!”

My family has absurdly high expectations for my infection potential. I’d rather just surf the web hanging out with the spider bots, but “NOOOOOO” I’m expected to infect some stupid document for my initiation. There has to be some law against this form of viral manipulation. I mean a virus has to have some kind of rights, ya know?!

To make matters worse, the document they have chosen is actually a friend of mine. We met on the web in a cyber café about six months. It was sort of love at first sight. She is a sweet talker that’s for sure. And boy does she have some sexy words on her page, if you know what I mean! I know what you’re thinking – it’s a Romeo and Juliet scenario. And technically you would be right. A virus and a document should be foes not friends. But we simply couldn’t fight our feelings, so we didn’t.

And now “I” Day has arrived and of all the documents in the world they had to choose my document as the target. I don’t want to infect my beautiful love, but I don’t want to disappoint my family either. Today I rue the day that I was created. I didn’t choose to be virus…I just am. And I didn’t meant to fall in love with a document…I just did.

My sister keeps turning her sad eyes upon me as if she knows my secret. Or maybe she’s remembering her own “I” Day? Of course that was a long time ago. These days she is a baby virus factory popping them out faster than we can raise them.

I briefly wonder if I can trust her with my secret? Before I can decide, my mother walks into the room looking for me. She says the three words that will change my life forever:

“It is time.”

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Narrative: Anthropomorphism: is the attribution of human traits, emotions, or intentions to non-human entities.

I enjoy using anthropomorphism in some of my writings. If you would like to try it out please feel free to use the picture above as a photo prompt to write your own short story or poem. Post a link to your writing, a pingback, or a short poem in the comment section of this post. I look forward to seeing what you write!