Either we misled you with filthy, evil lies intended to break your heart and crush your soul, or we plain forgot.
But don't worry, because Sarah is nicer than all the rest of us and decided to provide you with a writing prompt, even if it is a Saturday and two days late. Behold ... The Lonely.
Now, some you may have seen this video already on my own blog, where I told you all about the heartbreaking, eerie, but mostly boring story I wrote this week and invited you to partake of the genius of Christina Perri, which is much more worthwhile. But today, I dare YOU to write a piece on The Lonely.
Come on. I dare you. If five other people post something, I shall put up my own story, even though it took longer than thirty minutes and what I really want is to bury it deep in the earth and never let mortal eyes view it. You can't pass up such a shametastic bribe, can you?
That's what I thought.
EDIT: Just realized I forgot to put an expiration date on my bribe. So let's try this again. If five people respond BEFORE Tuesday, I shall post The Lonely. Because I really, really don't want to put that story up. Like, I really don't.
Hee hee hee. Now I know what I'm doing Monday morning. So consider this monday morning's prompt, people.
ReplyDeleteI already wrote mine. Do I count as one of the five people?
ReplyDeleteNope, nope, nope. You do not.
ReplyDeleteOr, maybe you do. You decide.
Here's mine. What I may or may not have told anybody about whose POV this is may or may not have wound up being true.
ReplyDeleteIt's quiet. It's always quiet here. I chose this, though. I wanted a fresh start. I wanted to make my own place in the world. But even that is denied me.
I can't make a place. Just a ghost of a place. An ephemeral apparition, that's what I am. In a moment, I'll disappear, and no-one will even notice that I'm gone.
Because I haven't let them really notice I'm here. Oh, I talk enough. But I'm not letting anybody really connect with me. Because what if they want to hold on? What if I want them to hold on? And they can't.
I never knew that loneliness was a disease. I thought it was a phase. I thought it came into every life and then it left. But it doesn't. It comes in. It takes over. And then, then when you start to hope that maybe it will go away, it reaches out and snags the next person that really matters in your life. Or it stands over them, net in hand, just waiting for you to let them care enough that it can hurt them.
Does he care? I never thought he would. That's why I talked to him in the first place. He was so reserved, so self-contained. He'd come in late and leave without ever talking to anyone, with walls so high and thick you'd think there was no way they were coming down. I thought I could make an almost friend there, without having to worry about anything complicated. About connecting, caring, and getting torn apart.
But he's not a "kind of" friend. He matters. I close my eyes and I see his face. I look forward to every minute I spend with him. And I think he does too. I hope he does too. How's that for selfish? I want to matter to him, even when I know that it's only going to hurt him.
Just don't think. Just don't think.
ReplyDeleteThe world was empty. Cold, dark and empty. Why was I alive? Was I even alive? What was the point of living if you were the only person alive? If someone had told me three months ago that I would be the only person living I would never have believed them. So why was I here? When everyone else was dead? Dead and gone forever.
Mom ... ooh. Intriguing. I wanna know who it is.
ReplyDeleteAnd Anon, I like yours. It sounds like a very interesting set-up to a story.
But ha! No one responded on time. My story shall stay safely hidden until I have a chance to write it up again.