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I had never liked emotions. I think they're stupid and worthless, they just are there to make you sad and horrible. Sometimes when she got them she would cut her self, make her feel something other than what she was given, but she never could. sighing, I tried rubbing my head, I get like this when I get a particular strong emotion, they also all give me headaches. how could I ever live like this? in a almost constant state of anger and hurt and despair? I took my hands from my head. my headache started going away that means this batch of emotions are going away, finally. whipping my face from the tears, I stand up. looking around I find my self in a dark place. Mar's hotel. I recognize it from the shape of the walls, they were always oddly shaped, Mar always said that it was because the architect was from Russia. I make my way blindly to the door I memorized my way, for I had found my self here many of times. opening the door, it creaks. the sign on the door is rusted, Janitor it read. it was blinding outside. still day, good that means that this batch of emotions were not that bad. I make my way home. People always give me looks, weather it be because I have an emotionless face or because my face is too emotional. when I get home with a boxful of memories of people staring, I see my crate full again. sighing I make my way inside, not even bothering to look inside the box. I start making myself a cup of tea, checking the mail I see I get the same old spam and bills, never looking in the box. getting my tea I decide to take a nap.I wake up almost to late. I almost jump up. running to the front door I open the box inside I find a strange emotion one I had never seen before, it was almost a purple. it was a color that made me want to hop up and down for no reason a color that made me want to run to my neighbor and give him a kiss and tell him that I like his garden it makes me want to sit in the grass and smelled it for no reason at all. breathing it in, I do jump up a down. I feel like I can do what ever I want, I could jump from buildings and swim I the ocean. I squeal and jump up and down, I run inside, and jump around I smile for the first time, it feels wonderful. I spend the entire day just running around with a smile, people stare but with joy, with happiness for me. and I know that I would never, ever, forget what it was like to be happy. emotions are the best thing that has happened to me.
Sorry, it's a bit longer than I expected! it was on the second prompt.
Thank you!!!!!!!!! (;
I remember when I was born. The doctors. They said I was different. As I grew up I found out that I was born without emotions. You are probably wondering. How can a person be born without emotions? I honestly don’t know. But I am one of the only cases they know of. What can I do? My parents. They set up a donation box. Of course I built it, wrote on it. And even posted it on ebay. But my parents claimed they set it up for me. Of course I could care. I don’t have emotions. So I just put it outside my door and let someone donate unwanted emotions. By the time i was 5 I had gone into depression, anxiety, fear. All the stuff that others didn’t want. Turns out I was the bin. I used to fear that no one would ever donate happiness to me. One day I was just thinking about what my parents would do if I died and then I got a knock on the door. An old woman was standing there. After a long time standing there she finally spoke.“I’m old and dying. I want someone like you young and free to finally get the feeling of happiness.” she said and then gave me a part of her and left.
I finally felt something. It felt warm and good. Like butterflies in my stomach. Then I realized. It was happiness.
Very nice!!! I like it! you did a way better job at explaining it.
Your story reminds me of maybe a tumblr post I saw before lol
Prompt 1: My friends and I loved to go down to their basement to play after school. One day though, we went down, board game in hand. Everyone else was too busy, but I thought I saw a shadow flit from the corner of the room. I quickly dismissed it, thinking it was a trick of the light. When we went back though, I saw it again, this time a little bigger. I started to worry, but I didn't say anything. Everytime we came it was bigger, coming to be as big as half of the room.
I finally told them.
They didn't believe me, refusing to believe that it was anything more than shadows from the trees above, streaming through the window. The next time, I didn't come, fearing the mysterious shadow. A day later, they didn't come to school, not responding to any of my calls or texts. I was scared. I got paranoid, refusing to be out later than 7pm, always carrying around a flashlight.
Finally, a week later, me and the worried parents got news. Their bodies had been found in the basement. When we arrived, the walls were covered in blood, dripping, spelling out a message,
"I'm coming for you".
I ran from the room, crying. I stopped outside, realizing it was 8:30.
Oh no. The shadow loomed, fresh blood spilling over it's hideous teeth, eyes flashing. "I found you", it said in a singsong voice.
It lunged.
My friends and I loved to go down to their basement to play after school.
Despite everything, she smiled. Her vision was a little cloudy today but that didn't matter, all was well. For today was her daughter's wedding day. Somnium was her name. A beautiful woman with long silver hair and eyes as green as jade. She was marrying a man named Rem, who for all his looks and wit, was entirely infatuated with Somnium. She stared at the lovely couple by the altar, wiping tears of joy and a little of something else. Longing perhaps. "You may now kiss the bride." The priest in charge of their wedding announced.
The couple leaned into the other, looking only at each other, as if no one else was in the room. There was only Somnium and Rem, as far as the other noticed. They kissed, and everyone rejoiced. Somnium pulled back, laughing softly. Eyes glowing with pure happiness and hope.
Later that day at the reception, while everyone was gathered around in a circle around the newly wed couple, Somnium looked to her mother and beamed with delight.
"Mother!" Somnium called out happily. "Might you tell us the story of my birth?"
Unable to help herself, she obliged. "Of course, darling." She coughed for dramatic effect and sat down.
"My daughter loves this story, you see. Partially because it shows both of our strengths in surviving, partially because everything turned out okay." She explained. "When I was in labour, I happened to be very sick which caused complications with the pregnancy. It took a lot of effort and will for both of us to survive that fateful night. Though, eventually, we both pulled through. Bringing joy and relief to our family. We celebrated and rejoiced for the Lord's mercy. That's when I decided to name my daughter Somnium." By now, everyone was listening intently, leaning forward as if they could get to hear the story first. "I named her Somnium because we are all from European descent; and in Latin, that means 'day-dream'. Day-dream for all her life will ever be." Tears started running down her cheeks, as everyone looked on with confusion in their eyes. She finally remembered. "Day-dream because no matter how hard we fought, how hard we prayed, how many doctors we sent her to, at the end it wasn't enough. Day-dream for the life she never got to live, so I had to live it for her. Day-dream because her husbands name is Rem. Rem for reality and Somnium for the life that was never really hers, a life made up of my day-dreams.
She looked up towards the ceiling, wistfully thinking. She breathed in a shaky breath. Despite everything, she smiled.
That's great! What are all the prompts? I can't see/find them......
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A FAMOUS PINEAPPLE THE END LOL
Prompt 1: Start your story w..."
What kind of short story? How long should it be?