You work in a busy office and come in late one day. Sitting at your desk is someone who looks identical to you, dressed in your clothes, and nobody has noticed anything is wrong...
Did you notice that I’m gone?
That recently I don’t reply so much when you call?
That you all have fun and get out there,
And I’m reading alone in my room
Even though I used to be the first to respond?
My therapist doesn’t want me to isolate
She says that will just make me feel worse
After all I’m a social butterfly
But flapping my wings right now hurts
I don’t have the energy to be around them ...
”Who is she?”
”I don’t understand, I am Mia.”
“Not Mia, MIA. Modèle d’Intelligence Artificielle.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It means Artificial Intelligence Model in French. AIM. But we think that MIA sounds better. It sounds like we are talking to a real person.”
“But I am a real person. Not her. Or IT.”
“It’s the fourth time you are late this month. MIA is never late. She works 24/...
For a minute I think I’m starting at my twin; I’m half asleep, only to remember that I’m a triplet and we don’t look alike. One of us blond, one of us short (that would be me), and one of us a boy.
I blink, I shake my head, I rub my eyes, I lean to a colleague and whisper “I think I’m seeing things.”
They do a double take. They blink, they shake their head, they rub their eyes and whisper back,...
Its eyes black as the night, void of all emotion. Its skin pale as the moon, translucent hiding nothing underneath. A hollowness, a void, a swirling vortex of darkness that can’t be controlled, and yet it was a reflection, an exact replica of the man staring at it.
The more he looked the more of himself he saw in it. The only one who seemed to notice this creature in his chair. A bustling office...
Her hair hung in an oily brown bob over her slouched shoulders. Her fake nails felt years old, they pulled at her real ones and caused her great pain everyday. Her smile was flat, almost non-existent. A pair of glasses clung to the bridge of her nose in a rather unflattering way. She had her hands stuffed into oversized open-leg jeans.
That’s when she saw her.
Her hair fell in a neat coffee brow...
Mir ist kotzübel. Nicht nur, dass ich gestern mit den Mädels die Nacht zum Tag gemacht hatte und es nur auf zwei Stunden Schlaf gebracht habe, mein Frühstück war auch mehr als gruselig. Ich habe verschlafen und war auf dem Weg zum Bus beim Bäcker reingesprungen. Der Kaffee aus dem Vollautomat schmeckte wie der Filterkaffee meiner Mutter, verdünnt mit Putzwasser und der Belag auf meinem Brötchen w...
The poor sucker has taken over my life.
Good, he can have it. I’ve sat my fat ass in that same seat every monday-friday (minus holidays of course) for the last 5 years. From here I can see the countless coffee ring stains on the white vinyl of the desk. I was late anyways, so the early bird gets the worm it seems. (The worm is rotten, spoiler alert!)
I pivot on my heels and am facing the doubl...
I speed walk into the lobby of my job where I am a financial broker in Seattle, WA, and head towards the elevator. When I get to the elevator, I push the button. I stand waiting for the elevator doors to open, and think to myself ‘Ugh, this is taking too long and I am going to be so late.” When the doors finally open, I get on the elevator and press the button next to the number 12. The elevator d...
Back long then in a game called adopt me I was just a starter when people were bullying me. Even when I got a starters egg. I just wondered how the game works. So then I started to ask people how the game works but people just say go away you noob then they laugh but I did not think that was funny.so I started to grind so I can get money....
The day started out bad and just got worse from there. The van pool was late and I got the last seat, I hate that. Traffic was horrendous, as usual, and it started to rain on our way in. Since we were late, all the close parking was taken so we had to park in the back of the lot in the middle of a big puddle. I jumped out into ankle deep muddy water and made a mad dash toward the building. My new ...
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Write a story where the protagonist only speaks at the very end.
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