Writing Prompt

Solitude has never been so bad. I remember that it was at night when the moon stopped shining, when all you could see was this small white object, just bit illuminated like it normally would.

Then the outside lights turned off, almost instantly. Then the world was plunged into darkness. It was a power outage I originally thought, probably from a storm or the unexpectedly high winds that night....

I cough as dust flies through the air and into my throat. Everything was smoke-infested and dirty nowadays. After our new, foolish leader decided the best way to govern our world was banning us from doing basically anything. I stalk down the street—as for cars were banned—as I clench my fists tightly to my sides, my destroyed winter boots clunking against the cracked pavement.

There were many p...

Every day is the same. We have to block out the windows every night and put on blindfolds. Earplugs and white noise machines are used a lot. Without the night, people aren’t synchronized to begin and end activities in a predictable way, so lawns get mown and dogs get walked at all hours.

It’s safer than when we had darkness. No dark alleys for muggers to hide, no menace lurking to prey under cov...

Today is a day of a whole new revolution, a discovery, a discovery of a new planet earth 2.0.

Let me tell you more about this new planet, its habitable, it has no nights, new species of animals and dark days. This new “earth” is one of a kind planet. Not every day you see a habitable planet you can get in a rocket ship and fly to.

Well that’s pretty much it just five thousand six hundred and nin...

When I think about a world without

no nights,

it really makes me ponder.

It causes me to think of the scripture which says

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”

Would we still weep or cry in a

world without nighttime?

As we know, bad things, sad things, difficult decisions, intense decisions, fevers, and dreadful situations can happen anytime,

but for some stran...

I look at the clock.

“1:45am”

Not even close to the time that I need to be up.

I look outside my window.

The beating sun plays the illusion that the world is still alive, yet most people here are sound asleep.

The blackout blinds help. But bits of light still creep through.

I can’t imagine how animals here deal with this much sun. Blackout blinds are obvious not an option to these creatures. ...

They say sunshine like a happy thing. Like it’s not a ball of fire in the sky. Like it doesn’t dry up beautiful things. Like it’s better than anything in this universe. I used to adore it, admire it, the brightest star out there. But when the moon disappeared, when the sun stopped setting, I grew a hatred for it. It made everyone crazy. Not crazy like “oh my gosh where did nighttime go?” but crazy...

Stop shaking your heads

When you see how I grew up

Just leave me alone...

I’ll give you the stars,

If you’ll give me my heart back,

If you’d know my name...

The world lost its nights

Many years ago.

Or rather, the world stopped spinning.

What had been in darkness was left in darkness,

Ice grew into age and a half.

The other side of the globe was gifted with the sun’s undivided attention,

A curse in itself some might say,

Just be sure when you go out to look away

From its blazing gaze.

Trust me when I say it’s always there,

That same spot in the sky

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