My Storytelling Mind

"Take it off," she ordered, reloading her gun. "What? No," I said, clutching it against my eye. A rain of bullets splattered the wall across from us, and my breath came in shorter bursts than it should have. "Take it off," she ordered again, peeking around the corner and firing three shots. I could hear grunts and shouts as she turned back to me. "I can't," I replied. She slapped my hand away and yanked the black fabric from my eye. The images came all at once, faster and faster, until she covered my eye with her own hand. It took me a moment to focus back on the present, on her face, and I could hardly breathe. "There are things you're meant to see," she said softly, and handed me the eyepatch back. "Now the next time, when you really need it, it won't be so overwhelming." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: Promptuarium.

The robot looked at him as it finished fixing the toaster. "I understand that human dreams cannot hurt them," the Artificial Life Emulation Entity said. "There is no reason for fear." "No physical harm," the man muttered. "Many experts study the psychological effects," ALee said, moving towards him. "Shall I compile research to ease your anxiety?" The man shook his head, picking up the toaster. He stood and placed the appliance in its usual place on the kitchen counter. "No, thanks, ALee." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: Promptuarium, WordPress

The Rats, a gang with an affinity for chains and the color yellow, controlled this side of town, west of the train tracks and east of the river. Yet, whenever Amelia walked the tracks with Tara, the Rats were sure to keep their distance. The same went for the Cobras, on the west end of the river; the Skull Squad, characterized by red skull tattoos; and the Coyotes, from State Street to Vulture Avenue.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Promptuarium

He stood on the sidewalk outside the gate, hands in his pockets, looking through the bars intently. His gaze was on his favorite window, in which was the light he watched flicker off every Thursday evening and the faded curtains he watched give him a small wave in the dark. He had only seen the other boy once.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Prompt: Promptuarium.