Writing Prompt

There we were... there is something different about this one.

I am not able to tell how they are feeling.

You are different from the others, unreadable.

I never would've thought there was someone i couldn't read.

That's what i am going to call you, Unique.

I see that i cannot read you and that is not the usual.

Now this is interesting, it seems like a challenge.

I am always up for a challenge. ...

Everyone has a superpower.

No, not necessarily flight. Or laser vision. Just an ability gained over time. Not everyone even realizes that they have a power, but it’s a skill that is picked up though one’s experiences in life.

When I was young, my parents would fight. Through this I learned what anger, desperation, and fear looked like.

When I was five years old, there was a dog that ...

He wished he could just find some peace.He had been blessed, or more accurately, cursed with the ability to sense emotions, but being an Empath was no fun. The continuous upheavals in the feelings of people surrounding him, were immensely exhausting.

He was sick of feeling so much. The most common emotion he came across was anger, and it was potent enough to warrant shoving a whole damn bottle of...

I had gotten used to it by now. The coloured ring that outlined every person I saw.

The most common ones are obvious. If someone was happy, a pale blue glow would surround them. If they were angry, a red flare engulfed their body.

Pink meant love, and an emerald green meant jealousy.

I thought I had seen every emotion a human being could feel.

I was wrong...

It was a regular Tuesday. I woke up...

I had been getting ready to head to the mall with Alex again as we do every saturday. Except today felt different, when I passed my brother in the hallway it's like I could feel what he was feeling. Just by walking next to him I could feel his overwhelming sense of pride radiating off of him. I turn to talk to him and before he could walk into him bedroom i say something but then turn back towards...

Dear Diary,

Something happened yesterday. I don’t know where to start. I met this boy. Well, I didn’t really meet him first. It’s surreal but I guess I...saved him.

I was driving on the bridge at about eleven last night, in the middle of one of the heaviest snowfalls I had ever seen. It had been a long day at work. It’s especially hard to function throughout your day when every time you look at ...

this is something I don’t recognise

I know right?

coming from me that sounds like lies

I mean I don’t mean to pry

but maybe just a few more tries

same results

must belong to a cult

I was born to read emotions

as for this one displayed before me

I do not recognise

I mean I don’t mean to pry

but maybe just a couple tries

who is this?

what is this?

this expression not aggression

now stop bloc...