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I recently took part in the NYC Midnight 100 word story challenge and I'm quite proud of what I produced, so I figured I'd share it here:

Genre: Sci-fi

Action: Feeding a dog

Word that I had to include: Armed

A struggling scavenger, torn from his old life by the war between humans and cyborgs, finds salvation in a morsel of food that'll keep him going a while longer. A pitiful whine comes from behind and he turns. Eyes settling on a wounded dog. The dog makes no movement, but it's eyes plead. It's stomach growls, as does his. Maybe we're not so different, he thinks, armed only with the food that he feeds to the dog, succumbing to the hunger that's been gnawing at him for weeks. His final act, of kindness. A grateful whimper in return. Then nothing.

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nobody "completes" anybody

that is not a real thing

if you're lucky enough to actually find someone you can almost halfway tolerate, you need sink your nails in and don't ever let go, no matter what

You need to settle

because otherwise you're just gonna get older, and harder, and more and more alone.

and then you're gonna do everything you can to try and fill that hole, maybe with friends, and your career, and meaningless sex, but the hole will never get filled.

Then one day, you're gonna look around and then you're going to realise that everybody *loves* you, but nobody actually likes you.

and that is probably the loneliest feeling in the world

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Fluffy Prompt List

"I just wanted to make sure you’re okay."

"You got me flowers?"

"Wait, you think I’m cute?"

"You can hold my hand if you want."

"I’m not giving up on you."

"You’re my family too."

"You always see the good in people. Even me. "

"I’m here for you. Don’t forget that."

"Your heart is beating so fast right now."

"Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!"

"Keep it. It looks better on you."

"You feel like home to me."

"There's no shame in crying. I promise."

"They say you’re dangerous, but you’re my safe."

"If you take care of everyone, who takes care of you?"

"It terrifies me what I would do for you."

"You smile a lot more since we’ve met."

"You're cute when you're jealous."

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I don’t care, to me you’re perfect!”

“You make me happy”

list compilation of: @ayrusss, @novelbear, @nightprompts @lazyprompts

ACCEPTING NOW

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Literally me right now

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Your least recently used emoji is how people feel when they see you

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Wilting ghost

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🌟 To Those Who Think Their Poetry Is Not Good Enough

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Spite is such a powerful tool for me it's not even funny. Like. If I'm feeling spiteful enough - I can do literally ANYTHING

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Okay, okay - SO

THIS IS THE FIRST PIECE OF ACTUAL WRITING IVE EVER DONE. Now, I will admit I did it within 20 minutes while I was bored at work - HOWEVER - this is ultimately the decision that made me realise that writing isn't as hard as I thought. But please don't misunderstand - writing IS hard. What I mean is. I can do it. Me, of all people??? I can write a story??? Like this?? Feedback is very much appreciated but I am very scared sharing my stories here, I just hope some people find as much joy reading them as I did writing them <33

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It's been 4 minutes since I've taken over watch of the fitting rooms.

Time passes slowly here, and it feels as though I've been here for days on end.

I looked around as I got progressively more saddened by my choice in offering my services to someone in need, as I notice, on my close right, a bottle of pristine hand sanitiser.

I figure i may as well put some on as I've nothing better to do other than guard the doors to the change rooms.

It turns out that minor choice had major consequences.

As I rubbed in the hand sanitiser into my dried out hands, I felt it.

The sting.

As if multiple paper wasps with tiny meat cleavers and knives were set loose upon my right hands palm.

I look down in horror at the epitome of my pain and notice a minuscule cut on my hand. It looks as if ant man himself had used this cut to enter the quantum realm.

And although the cut may have been small, the pain was immeasurable.

I grab my wrist as my hand seizes up and writhes in pain, into a claw like position, with tears in my eyes as all I could do was stare at my hand, slick with sanitiser, as I'm burned to my core.

Desperate at this point, I feverishly search for something to help ease the pain and wipe away the substance. That's when I notice a single piece of paper towel.

I reach for the towel and realise something is amiss.

The towel was damp.

Being in such a vulnerable state, I took little notice and paid no care to the potential consequences of using this towel.

That was my second mistake.

Just my luck. It appears as though the recently dampened towel had been used to sterilise a basket or some other object, as I now realise it had been laced with Coles brand Ultra Disinfectant spray.

The tears now returning to my eyes as I realise what I've done. I hang my head in shame and embarrassment.

How could I have been so foolish - to have made the same mistake twice in a row.

The pain is now taking over

This may be my last note I will have the displeasure of writing.

Signing off, Tauthor