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xxiwritethingsxx · 23 days

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Using The Most Dangerous Random Prompt Generator every day until I'm famous- Day 1

She could smell gas even before she opened the door... the lab's generator must be leaking again. Sammi hated it here; it was killing her in the most literal sense of the word. At this point, the fumes no longer made her light-headed or sick. The smell served as a reminder of her purpose: the lab. Just like her father and his father before him, she was the most important piece of the puzzle here. Without her, nothing would work and the lab would, without a doubt, be shut down. She made her way up the stairs, down the hall and to the room that held the generator. Much to her surprise, someone was already up there attempting to fix the issues.

The man was small, much smaller than she was. He had fur everywhere, though a majority of it was very thinned. Probably from years of evolution. The thickest fur nearly covered his entire head, face and all. His clothing was oddly fitted to his body, and he wore thick gloves to keep the fuel from touching his skin. Sammi tilted her head as she watched from the doorway. The way this man worked on the generator was that of upmost expertise and she wondered if the man had been by the lab often enough for repairs to be so second nature. She had never seen him around before, so why now? She steps closer carefully, as not to startle him.

Closer.

And closer.

And closer still.

Until he turned. The color drained from his face in a satisfying way. His eyes were much larger now. Sammi found herself smiling as she bends to his height.

"SAM-1... how did you get out of your cage?"

It hit her then. He wasn't the odd one. She was. Sammi stepped back as the man continued to talk, this time into a box on his shirt collar.

"Sam is out, I repeat, Sam has broken free once again. She is in the generator room. Backup Backup."

No...

Not again.

Please she just wants to smell of gas to stop.

She just wanted to fix the lab.

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Thank you so much for reading. Add on or use the prompt yourself. Much love~

Milo

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black-suns-rim · 2 years

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Hiiiiiiiii- ok first of all your art is amazing- I saw that I take writing prompts, so I was having this idea from ur last post on insta,like a mighty yautja hunter, who so intimidating, that even his clan mates are intimidated by him, however he has like a soft for his PEEPA- like he'd be doing the heftiest honorable tasks,but feel more happy when helping the elderly yautja, and THEN there's the reader who happened to be a nurse,a medical nurse or a caretaker in an elderly house,and she ends up falling for the BIG scary warrior and doesn't know how to approach him, however he notices how she's so helpful to those around her, specially the elderly and how she takes great care of them,he starts to admire her for that aaaand y know:')

Word count: 1,551

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, lol. I hope you enjoy this really wholesome short story. Also thank you. And guess what, you get more of Peepa.

Kindle to a flame

As the morning rose, life in the small village began to appear. Mothers, hunters/huntresses, and pups were the first to wake. Today was cooler than the others, giving the morning a chilly start. Peepa, unlike the rest of the Elders of his clan, liked to have an early start to his day. He slowly made his way to the meal hall where breakfast was always served.

A big and burly hunter followed behind the old yautja, "good morning my Elder." He greeted. Peepa turned to look who was speaking to him. He squinted, "Huh? What was that?"

"I said good morning my Elder." He spoke a little louder.

"Oh. Good morning." Peepa gave a little smile. "You look just like my grandson. He's big like you."

"I am your grandson Peepa." The hunter helped him to a seat in the meal hall.

"Huh?"

"I am your grandson." He said a bit louder.

"Oh. I thought you were more handsome." Peepa waited for his food to be served. He had no teeth so he had to have all of his food mashed up. The hunter grabbed a plate of food for Peepa and squished up all of what was on the plate. He then gave it to the old yautja. He ate it slowly while the hunter watched over his Elder.

"You got any mates yet?" Peepa wondered.

"No, not yet. You asked me this yesterday morning."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did Peepa."

From afar, you watched this large hunter help the oldest yautja to the meal hall. Every morning you would see the two and it made your day to see such a mighty hunter be so gentle and kind like this. You grabbed a plate of food and sat at a table nearby the two to listen in on their conversation. You always did this since they had the most entertaining convos.

You would help take care of the other Elders of the clan, and you knew that Peepa was a handful. He had to be watched by someone else, but you've heard stories about how he's gone out in the middle of the night to look for his supposed pet you've heard him talk so much about.

You didn't know much about who this big hunter was though. You did notice that many of his peers are afraid of him, and in all honesty, you were too. You've heard talk about how he's a newly Blooded hunter. He can't be though, right? He's too big. As you wound up deep in thought, one sentence you overheard brought you back.

"I don't care if you think you it's small, it's probably not given your size." Peepa said a little too loud. You looked over and saw that the hunter was trying to quiet down Peepa, but it didn't work. You laughed to yourself since you didn't know the context to that sentence and your dirty mind just got the best of you.

You saw the two leave a few minutes later and you finished up your breakfast. Now that you thought about it, you had a slight crush on this big hunter, but what would he think about you? You're only just a human slave who has the duty to care for the Elders of this Bad Blood clan. Surely he wouldn't be attracted to you... but then again... this is a Bad Blood clan and their ways of life are different compared to the other yautja you've been a slave to.

This clan actually treats you better... you finished up your breakfast and got ready for the long day ahead.

-few hours later-

While running errands for the Elders, you weren't looking where you were going since a young yautja kept pestering you. You ran right into the big brute you saw earlier this morning with Peepa.

"Oh- I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. It's totally my fault." You had dropped the things you were carrying and you nervously apologized to this mighty hunter. He looked down at you and then bent down. He helped pick up your things without saying a word. Once you were done picking the stuff up, you thanked him and he nodded. It looked like he wanted to say something but the sight of Peepa running with a stick aflame caught his attention and he ran after the old trouble maker.

You thought the sight of an old yautja running with a firy stick was slightly amusing. It was even more amusing to see this big yautja chasing after Peepa. You sighed and went back to running your errands.

-next day in the afternoon-

You were helping an Elder make his way to the hot springs for bathing. You carried their new change of clothes as well as a towel for them along with some cloth to scrub him with. When you got there, you saw that big yautja again. This time he was moving big rocks into the deep end of the hot springs so that Peepa won't cause a scene. He also moved out debree from the water.

He looked at you and you looked at him. You turned your gaze away from him as you blushed. You helped the old yautja you were with and got his clothes off. You helped him into the water and began to bath him. The big yautja did thw same for Peepa but Peepa was being more difficult.

Every so often you would glance at the two. You would listen in onto their conversations since they were always so interesting and funny. You admired how this big yautja had the patients of a Saint with Peepa since he was very difficult to deal with at times.

What you didn't know was that this big yautja, he noticed how tender and kind you were to all the Elders of the clan. He liked how you would help them with anything and how you were always there for them and their every need. It made him smile when you weren't looking and it made him happy to know that a human slave did their job so well.

Once the big yautja was done cleaning Peepa, he made sure he got dressed properly. You did the same to the Elder you were looking after. Once you were both done, the big yautja came up to you. You felt a bit nervous again seeing him this close to you. You felt so small when he was right by you.

"Ooman... your work is appreciated. You are delicate to our elders.. and-"

"Just ask her out already!" He was interupted by Peepa. You blushed from Peepa's words, "We all know you like the little ooman! Just get on with it and make her yours!"

The big yautja's face turned red and he was trying to shut Peepa up but that didn't work. He just kept on shouting out what was on his mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm just gonna go.." He grabbed Peepa by the arm and scuttled off with him before you could say anything. He seemed really embarrassed. You felt really embarrassed too. The old yautja you were looking after was completely deaf so you were happy he didn't hear all the commotion.

-later that night-

You had just put all of the Elders to bed and you finally had your break. You went out and sat on a large boulder in the open field right next to all of the huts. This large boulder had a flat large surface on the top of it and it was your favorite spot to rest at. You breathed in and sighed out. Another long day over. You heard a twig snap behind you and you shot up to look at who made the noise. It was the big yautja.

You relaxed a bit and laid back down on the boulder. He climbed up the boulder and sat right by you. You both sat in silence for a few seconds before you both started to speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry, you go ahead." You spoke softly.

"No, you can speak first." He looked at you as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Today at the hot springs... was Peepa just being himself, or...?"

The big yautj turned his face away from you. You assumed Peepa said those things on purpose in front of the both of them to stirr up something... and it did. It got the big and scary brute to be embarrassed ans flustered. You didn't know he got flustered so easily until now.

"I do like you... Peepa just says those things to entertain himself cause he knows it's true... He means well, hehe."

Your face turned red, "wh.. I uh, I mean.. yeah! I like you too!"

He turned to face you. Both of your faces were red. He looked just as nervous as you and you couldn't help but laugh. You were so afraid but looking at him now, you were no longer scared. The big yautja looked confused.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It's just because of this whole situation. I just find it funny!"

He smiled and agreed. You both laid on that boulder and looked at the stars in the night sky together and just talked for hours.

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divinespoetry · 6 months

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“ I do not live, I only breathe.

I take a breath, while I am among others.

I nod my head, I speak & and I engage.

They feel that I am living, that they are talking to someone still there.

I laugh and I smile, I shake and I move.

and I seem to be living —

— but I do not live like they do.

They say people live through feeling, through passion and will.

I only live through the beating of my heart.

They say people’s hearts beat to give them emotion, to make them *feel* —

— my heart beats to keep me breathing.

My heart pumps blood through my veins,

but I do not feel like they say I should.

I take a breath, while I am among others.

I nod my head, I speak & and I engage.

I even try, to feel what they do.

to take their words and out them into my heart, but —

— Nothing happens, and I am left as before.

I do not live, I only breathe. ”

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oldestandonlygirl3 · 2 years

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Prompt #79

'Do I do it? Do I do it? Do I do it?' the hero's brain repeated for a good 30 seconds while she stared at the villian in front of her. The villain's face changed from a look of mild fury, to confusion.

#writing promts #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt #short prompt #heros and villains

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kynotkaiden · 1 year

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Guys you know how there are like short pov content that act as prompts for a story but alone gain interest and interaction?

Would writing prompts become part of hs English in the future the same way blogs and that have?

#ATAR English #future of short form content #impact of short form content #impact of small attention spans #I actually adore creating nonsense short stories from nothings so much #future writing #My dyslexic ass hated learning English but I love stories and the history and how English has adapted over time #writing effective prompts is a skill #prompts can be found in so many mediums #the possibilities are endless #the impulse to elaborate on every point in the tags is so strong #I don’t wanna clog the pov/promt tags

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lolmanthecat · 2 years

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*brews tea*

“After my family left me alone I feel like I was never been able to connect with anyone“

“were you able to connect before?“

“...“

*offers a plate of biscuits*

*takes one*

*sips tea*

“I am not exactly sure I was ever able to connect with someone even before my family left.”

“that’s harsh.“

“was it like this even for you?“

“well, my family had expectation for me, and aside from those expectation there was no point of contact.“

“oh. I am starting to feel that being left alone is better.“

“Don’t. We had different experiences. Both hurtful. You wouldn’t say that a shallow wound doesn’t require medical attention just because there is someone with a deeper wound would you?“

“probably not.“

*both sip*

“Listen Dragon, is there something you want to do? To create? To try?“

“Not exactly. If I stay here aside from the sporadic vermin that comes to subdue me it is quite peaceful.“

“I need to leave now. I would like to come back but I may not be able to do it very soon. Can you think about something that you want to do and the next time I come you can tell me how it went!“

“why?“

“Well, I would be happy to hear nice stories about your experiences! About what you like and what you dislike!“

“Hmmm... I am not sure. Staying here is nice and I get to rest.“

“I came here and had fun with you!“

“Are you saying I can do it?“

“Well, one needs to try for oneself before one can know!“

“Oh. I will think about it.“

“Thank you“ said the knight as they hugged the chonky red companion. “I need to go now, I hope to see you soon!“

“I hope so as well! Thanks for visiting!“ waves the Dragon.

As the knight left and reached the bottom of the mountain they look back to see a last glimpse of the majestic creature they left behind but see nothing, so they sigh and continue their journey.

On top of the mountain the big red dragon was not there. There stands but a single red armored knight that sighs: “let’s try it“ they brace themselves and leave.

A month later on a mountain a knight makes their way to the top.

“Here to slay me with that little thing?“ Says a green dragon.

“Oh no. I needed this to get here.“ pointing at the sword. “I thought you’d be lonely up here so I am here to sit with you if you’d like“

The green dragon sits, as the knight prepares some tea.

“I like the colour of your red armor.“

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lvgaudet · 1 year

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Writing Prompt: Grandma's Kitchen

Writing Prompt: Grandma's Kitchen #amwriting #writingprompt #letswrite #author #writer

What sinister story or poem does this antiquated kitchen inspire? Writing Prompt: Grandma’s Kitchen It might be your grandmother’s kitchen, or someone else’s. You may not even know who they are. What story or poem does this picture inspire? Write what you feel. Write what you feel. #amwriting #writingprompt #letswrite #author #writer

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creadigol · 5 months

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i adore your writing!! it's so fantastic!! could you maybe do something involving a grumpy x sunshine pairing with one of them being targeted by a killer, like in a slasher movie? but you totally don't have to if you don't want to!

Thank you so much! I must admit that I have never tried my hand at a slasher type genre, but I have always wanted to give it a go. And you must have read my mind bc a grump X sunshine pairing is my absolute favorite! I hope y’all like this! So sorry for the long wait!

Warning: There is blood, gore, and obsessive characters in this one. Please take care while reading if those are sensitive issues. Love y’all!

I decided to try this with a few original characters I made for a story I’m currently working on. So, the characters are mine, but this amazing idea is all this anonymous sender!

It was so silent they not only heard it, but felt it.

The dark of the closet was cut only by the thine stream of light the crooked door frame provided. Leo thought his heart would beat right out of his chest, but he still resisted the urge to gulp in breaths like his panic so desperately wanted him to.

How had they not seen? In retrospect it was oh so obvious. Everyone Leo had ever become close to, everyone who he had expressed even the slightest interest in romantically ended up dead or severely injured. It was a nightmare in the truest sense. But, the “accidents” had always seemed just that. Just accidents.

God, he should have listened to Joshua when he warned him. If Leo had only just listened and not been so damn trusting they wouldn’t be in this situation right now. What was wrong with him anyway? Why did Leo feel the need to be liked by everyone all the time?! He was charismatic, outgoing, an insatiable flirt, and he always connected with whomever he was with. He was extremely well liked. Too liked.

He had never meant for someone to like him that much. He had never wanted someone to become obsessed.

Why couldn’t he be more like Joshua? Joshua who had the scariest resting bitch face. Joshua who rarely laughed unless it was with his family or Leo. Joshua who was known not only to make suspects wet themselves, but his own teammates as well. Joshua, who despite being the complete opposite of Leo, was Leo’s closest friend. Leo’s best friend.

Joshua, who was with Leo now in this shitty broom closet at the shitty air Bnb with a shitty stalker looking for them.

Leo’s nervousness must have become noticeable as he felt Joshua take a deep breath behind him and place his hand on Leo’s forehead in comfort. The breath was deep, yet silent, a testament to Joshua’s years of training and line of work. Leo felt a pang of envy at his friend’s stoicness. He could feel Joshua’s heart beat between his shoulder blades as his back was uncomfortably pressed against Joshua’s chest. A position they got into when Joshua heard Eddie coming and swiftly grabbed Leo and pulled him into the broom cupboard.

Strong, steady, and calm. How did Joshua do that when Leo knew for a fact that his best friend was just as freaked out as he was?

Maybe Joshua could teach him after all this was over.

If they got out of here that is.

If they did, they might be the only ones. Eddie had done an excellent job of picking off their merry little group one by one. No phones, no help, just them and the slasher. When Eddie had suggested they take a little vacation it had seemed so fun at the time. Get their group together and rent a cabin, take some time off from their various jobs, plan what the New Years party was going to be…God, Leo should have known!

There’s a difference between a personal assistant knowing things about you, and them knowing everything about you. But Leo had never had an assistant before Eddie, he didn’t know that Eddie was too attentive compared to the normal kind.

“We’ll wait him out, then look for the others,” Joshua whispered. It was so quiet that Leo was sure he wouldn’t have heard it except for Joshua’s face against his ear.

But what would they find? Already three were dead, perhaps more. Bobby, Jared, and…and…Karen. She had been the worst of them. And why? Just because Leo dared to take a girlfriend?

He couldn’t help a tear trailing down his face as his empathy went overboard. How scared they must have been. How betrayed.

Joshua must have noticed, because his arm around Leo tightened and his face pressed closer to his ear.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this. We always do,” he whispered again. Leo only nodded slightly, not trusting his broken voice to be quiet enough to respond.

Joshua seemed like he was about to whisper something else when he abruptly stopped. It took Leo a second to realize why. There in the kitchen, just feet from them, there was movement, the sound of the kitchen door closing and locking. Shuffled footsteps and a scraping sound.

What was that scraping sound?

Oh god, it was a butcher’s knife. A butcher’s knife being drawn against walls and cabinets as the holder walked by.

Eddie was in the room!

Both Leo and Joshua stopped breathing as they listened.

“Leo” came the smooth sing-song voice. “I know you’re in here.”

Leo stiffened, but Joshua held fast so no sound was made.

“Come on man,” Eddie continued. “I know how it seems now, but that’s just because you’ve always been surrounded by poisonous people. Once it’s just you and me you’ll understand. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you… And you’ll enjoy it.”

Now it was Joshua who stiffened. His grip on Leo started to shake and Leo knew it wasn’t in fear.

Joshua was pissed. Scratched that, Leo felt the heat radiating off Joshua’s face, he was furious.

The scraping stopped just in front of the broom cupboard.

“Oh, well that’s just too cute. Hiding with the brooms?”

Before Eddie could open the door, Joshua’s leg shot out from beside Leo and kicked the door with enough force to splinter the wood.

Eddie must have been close as he was shot back by the power of it and was sent tumbling into the stove.

Joshua wasted no time in practically picking up Leo and pushing them both from the cupboard, then immediately positioning Leo away from Eddie.

Eddie was a terrible sight. Covered in blood which was not his own, clutching the offending knife in a slick grip, while ginning uncontrollably in a way that Leo thought was only possible for bad actors in horror films.

“Joshua!” Eddie greeted spreading his arms out in a welcoming manner. “I should have known you’d be with him. Always together you two aren't cha?”

Leo glared at Eddie as Joshua positioned himself in a defensive stance.

“Why Eddie?” Leo asked, hoping to take the attention away from Joshua. It was easy, Eddie immediately gave Leo his unwavering gaze.

“Why what my dear?” Eddie asked.

Leo shuddered at the endearment. Something he himself had called Karen not twelve hours ago.

“Why do this? Any of this? Wasn’t I a good boss? Did I do something wrong? Lead you on in some way? What did anyone else do to deserve this?” Leo kept his focus on Eddie, hoping Joshua had some sort of plan.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Eddie actually looked concerned. “You’ve done nothing wrong! You could never do anything wrong. You just don’t know how to take care of yourself. But that’s okay! Because I do! I was made for you! I was made to take care of you! Every sunshine needs a sky to hold it. I’m your sky!”

Leo paled more if it were possible. Eddie was…Eddie was…fuck, how did someone get this crazy?

“Eddie, that doesn’t make sense. You don’t need to take care of me! You’re my assistant, not my mother!”

Eddie laughed, actually laughed. “Not your mother! Your everything! Just as you’re my everything. I know all there is to know about you. No one else could care more than I do.”

“And this is how you care?” Joshua spat. Eddie tilted his head towards him. “Look at him Eddie! He’s terrified! Is this how you want him to feel if you care so much?”

And Eddie did look back at Leo. He looked right into Leo’s terrified eyes and seemed to see them for the first time.

“Leo,” he whispered. “Are you scared of me?”

Leo nodded, his whole body shaking. “Yes,” he whispered.

Eddie lowered the knife to his side and stretched out his hand while walking towards Leo, as if to touch his face and comfort him like in some kind of sick romcom.

Just as Joshua knew he would.

The moment the knife was lowered, Eddie made it only a step towards Leo before Joshua was on him and the fight began.

It was like a convoluted and vile dance. One that Leo wanted to join in and help Joshua, but couldn’t see when or where. He wasn’t trained like Joshua, he only knew the few basic self defense moves Joshua taught him over the years.

There was no yelling or talking, just pained grunts and rage filled battle curses.

It seemed to last a lifetime.

Then, there it was, an opening!

Joshua kicked the knife from Eddie’s hands and slashed at him with their car keys to the car Eddie had cut the wires on this morning.

Eddie slid across the tile floor on his back and before he could get up and go for Joshua again, Leo hit him as hard as he could with a frying pan. It had been hanging over the oven and Leo grabbed it the moment Eddie’s eyes were off him.

Eddie only had a second to look straight into Leo’s eyes with incomprehension before flopping on the floor limp.

“Oh my god,” Leo shook as he stood still holding the frying pan. He couldn’t seem to move.

“Leo,” Joshua limped over to him. He placed a bloody hand on Leo’s white knuckled grip.

“He was going to kill you…I couldn’t…Oh my god…did I kill him?”

Joshua knelt down and felt for a pulse.

“He’s alive.” He stated. Barely, he didn’t tell Leo.

Leo saw the amount of blood on Joshua.

“Oh shit, Josh are you…where did he get you?” Leo dropped the pan and went to look over Joshua, hands hovering not knowing what to do.

Joshua only half smiled and took both of Leo’s hands in his. “Nothing serious. He was too distracted by you. I took the advantage.”

Leo pulled Joshua into a fierce hug. “Oh, thank god. Thank god, thank god, thank god.”

They tied Eddie up, searched for their friends, finally found a hidden phone to call for help, and Leo couldn’t help to continue to hear Joshua’s words from the broom cupboard. We’ll get through this. We always do. And they always will.

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marystkechbook · 2 years

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Some Promts!

1-Person a thinks they are the most sadistic person, until they meet Person b.

2-Person a and person b were good friends in the past, but some reason they got distance from each other, later they re-meet, they decided to go at a bar or one of each other homes and they start talking about life, how's is going for them, etc.

The thing is, they start drinking (alcohol), but not too much, person a start to get a little tipsy, and person b is trying to help them (maybe person b thought they were gonna fall, or hurt themselves) and accidentally person a and b kiss. Just kiss. Just a little small kiss, yet sweet and kinda messy.

Person a apologize and person b is saying that was fine, that what they did was a accident, well, they both go to their own homes, everything ok, nice, great even! But... They both start to think, and start thinking about the kiss, how about that was a sweet, gentle kiss-

No! They think, that was a accident, and nothing meant to both is them!

But maybe... It did?...

(Now you do whatever you want to do with the promt! That was longer that I expected-)

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ame1lia · 3 months

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why can’t this world just let me go

I have never felt so low

and even if I did

I forgot where have I put down the medi kit

but maybe bandaids won’t fix

what has been destroyed with a lot of kicks

by you and everyone around

I could have been found

sooner, patching up the flesh

of everything that is left

I will be never be the same

so I take all the blame

cause it is my own fault

paying no attention to the times I called

out for someone to help me

now I am drowning in this sea

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forever-beloved · 1 year

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‘I had a dream. The world was near the end, people were dead, and there were hardly any left. But you were there, we were alive. It made me wonder if ever was the earth to go extinct and if ever were we the only ones to exist, would you still hate me the way you do now?’

‘How do you not understand, this is love and not hate?’

‘What? What do you mean?’

He sighed and shook his head, disappointed with something I remained unaware of.

‘You,’ he paused, ‘you did something to me. I have never felt like this. I never chased a girl. for me, if it was over then it was. But you, you were different. It feared me to think of losing you, and when I lost you, I was broken. So broken, that my ego couldn't even accept that I had loved you so much. All I could think of was how could you leave me when I loved you so much. I thought of how can you hurt me so much. How did I allow myself to be hurt? That love for you turned into ego. it was what came out. But, trust me, all I have for you is love. I have never felt like this and I never will. Even if you don't come back to me today, I fear I can never love somebody this much,’

If it were not for his shaky voice, I would have mistaken those tears for the rain pouring down. It's all real. His tears tell it all.

‘I did try getting with others, but I failed. I cannot. I look for you everywhere, what I forget is that you can never be replaced. I know I did wrong, oh how I always wish to go back and undo it. I'm ready to give up anything you ask for, everything and anything. if you don't want to date, that's fine, I would try to manage but at least just talk with me, just become friends with me. You bring the sun to my life, please just be there with me, just be there...’

The scarlet in his eyes reflected against mine. It hurt me so much to see him. I could never imagine him sad, no I could never. I pulled him in for a hug. his comfort soothed me. The rain could no longer tamper against my skin. There was something in him, it always lured me in. He did wrong and he regrets it so much.

I took a deep breath in.

‘I am sorry,’ I said, ‘we could never be friends. there's just so much to us to ever define our boundaries as “friends”. I know it's hard for you, but I am sorry, we can not talk. We can't. Forget me and whatever there was to us.’

The walk home felt as if walking on hot stones. Every inch of me hurt like never before. I wish, things unfolded differently.

~forever beloved

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