Writing Prompt

Waved at my friends as I patiently waited for them to leave my house and when it's finally me, my shoulders slummer down, the breath I've exhaled is deeper and a feeling of relief washing over me.

Glad that the day's over, because I couldn't stand another hour withthe usually joyful chattering. It's not that I hate them, I actually find them quite endearing. Although my mind requires an award for ...

I wake up today and convince myself, today I’m going out!. I made a list the night before, of things I had to do today.

1. Go to tailors

2.Buy milk and bread

3. Get a manicure

Take a shower, blow out my hair

I put on some makeup, to give myself a lift

All dressed now, ready to go

With the list in my hand, looking forward to

Going out!. Standing by the door, with the keys in my hand. I stop,turn ...

I was physically and mentally drained—exhausted—yet I was finally home.

Today, I quit my job as a sales assistant. I blocked everyone I knew, even family members.

I laid on my bed, full of anger and pain. I hated how my brain never went silent, how my limbs always felt weak and numb, how my eyes looked so lifeless. How my posture slumped. How I always told myself this feeling was just temporary—th...

Low social battery

Not a chattery

Rather be reading

Or sight seeming

Quite the loaner

Not a foreigner

Like my solitude

Not a platitude...

A cheesey pop song played over the speakers.

Cheers and whoops came from the mass of packed guests. The Bride had already changed into a shorter dress and was currently gyrating on the dance floor like a drunk muppet. Her new husband, seemed to approve.

Tucked away in a back corner, I sat. A lone table all to myself. My leg bounced as I stared blankly at my drying phone, just scrolling endlessly...

Tendrils of blue smoke wafted up from Ash’s fingers as he drummed the table. Toying with her pearl choker, Misty ignored his impatience. He glared at his sister until she met his graze and then checked his Rolex. Misty rubbed her damp palms on her twisted cloth napkin.

“The others will be here soon. Just cool down,” Misty said.

Ash crackled with annoyance. Misty pushed a damp curl behind her e...

_LumaTek-18_

_Known as LT-18_

_Spacecraft #326_

LumaTek-18, officially 10 years old. Her creator, Professor Thladdeus Hailes, wanted to upgrade her to celebrate. Little did he know, 10 years is too long…

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“Presenting…LT-18!”

LumaTek-18. It was her time for celebration. Just turned 10 and now the 2nd oldest on the ship. She’d never even spoke real words. All the other bots did. Sh...

I needed to go home. I didn’t remember anyone’s name from the party, and it was winding down anyway. The woman I met earlier still sat near me, eyeing me as if she wanted to ask me another question about something she didn’t care about at all. I knew the type: act like you care until you don’t. Then go home. For me, it was time to go home.

“Andy, wait!” I heard someone shout behind me. Figures. ...

Fucking finally. Tucker flopped face first into his bed and groaned. Being a cave dweller is much easier than socializing for the day. He was especially tired after teaching all day. Tuck hugged the pillows close to him and buried his face in close. It was great to be in the quiet of his apartment and the warmth of it all....

Sloane didn’t talk much. She only spoke when she needed too…otherwise she’d bottle up her words and let them internally settle within her bones, waiting for a time when they could be released.

She hated social events, hating the fact she’d have to hear her own voice and move her lips. Sloane always tired when she had to speak. The mere energy of articulation and tone stole the breath from her lun...