My Storytelling Mind

"Not after such a long time," she replied to the disembodied voice. She was determined to keep - a voice with no body couldn't be gendered, she reasoned - it busy. The corridors continued on for what seemed like ages but she stayed calm, refusing to panic as the voice wanted her to. "So young, so willing, so unusual," the voice said, seemingly over her shoulder. She turned around slowly but could see nothing. "What are you?" she asked, more out of curiosity than fear. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"You say that like I'm ignorant," she said as she finished stacking the books on the cart. He followed her as she wound her way through the first section of the library. "But you're not supposed to know, either," he said, struggling to keep his voice down. "Why shouldn't I?" she asked, moving on to the next aisle. She knelt down to slide to two books back into their place. "I'm not hurting anyone." Find this pin on Pinterest !

I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and our soulmate wore the other half, and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the farther away you were... My journey had a definite destination; there were many of us, around the world, of various ages, whose necklaces had always been ice cold, almost burning our skin. It was an annual meeting for those who lost soulmates early on and were cheated of a cherished rite of passage. The meeting served to replace that rite, offering a journey and the promise of lifelong friendship; some had even discovered relationships so close to soulmates that their necklaces languished in jewelry boxes. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Source: psyducked, Tumblr.

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

And that was the end of it. No one talked of it anymore, out of fear or disbelief or discomfort. It became a rude subject, like politics or the flaws of society. It was hardly surprising, therefore, when, like many undiscussed histories, everyone forgot. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

Dreams are meant to stay dreams, and nightmares are meant to stay just that. But this dream turned into premonition, and she found herself exactly where her mind had showed her. It was like those kitchens of the 1950s, pristine with frosting pink trim. And she was sure this was the first time she had ever worn a ruffled apron. Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Prompt: WritingPrompts, Tumblr

She hadn't aged physically, all of her youthful beauty had remained, but the years had drained much of her spirit - her enthusiasm, her excitement, and her passion had faded under the pressure of time; she always thought nothing would break her, yet here was the evidence against her.  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: The Sarcastic Muse

Through the patterned window on the door, he could see Cassie bounding down the stairs, her brown curls bouncing with her.  "Hi, Skip," she said, stepping out onto the porch. "What's up? Couldn't you wait 'til class tomorrow?"  "No," he replied, and hugged her.  "Are you okay?" she asked, hugging him back.  He pulled away and kissed her softly, taking her by surprise. Before she could properly react, he had bolted off the porch and disappeared down the street.  Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"I know," Leo replied, meeting her eyes for the first time since the meeting started. The empty room pressed against them and she looked away to peruse the maps spread across the table.  She paused, looking up at him again. "I don't know if I can say yes again."  "I'll understand if you don't," said Leo, solemnly. "But I very much hope you will."  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Nardy

“I’m with him. For better or for worse,” Mrs. Randolph said, moving to the other side of the table. Victor pulled the folders from his satchel, but she ignored them.  “He’s been hiding the truth from you, Mrs. Randolph,” Victor said, gesturing to the files. “You don’t know what he’s done.”  "Did you think I married him without knowing exactly who he was?" she asked, smiling at him.  "Mrs. Randolph, you must know none of this will end happily, least of all for your husband," Victor cried, tossing the files onto the table before her. "Look at the papers. Look at the pictures. Memorize the faces and the names. Look at your husband's list of the dead!"  Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: (c) Burn Notice

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

She glanced at him. "Then why are you here? You shouldn't even hold a gun!" "I'm here to learn," he replied as she grabbed the gun from his hand. "You know you need a certain amount of experience..." "Just do me a favor and don't kill anyone," she interrupted. "I can't afford that kind of paperwork." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Promptuarium

Lost things sometimes have a way of being found; on the other hand, many times, our lost things stay lost until we need them again. And, sometimes, we lose ourselves, caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life, the noise of other voices drowning out our own. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"Warning... Warning... Warning..."  The boy tugged on his mother's skirt, using his other hand to cover one of his ears. "Mommy, what's my label going to say?" he asked. His mother shrugged, uncomfortable herself with the high volume of the label system.  As they neared the main door, she knelt down and fixed his shirt. "You be brave for Mommy, darling. It’s going to be very loud, but I promise it won’t hurt. Just stay extra still, alright? Can you do that for Mommy?" she said. The boy nodded. She stood again, adjusting her blouse; they were now second in line.  "What's your label say, Mommy?" he asked. She sighed and glanced at her label for the twentieth time that morning.  "My label warns people about my poor balance.”  He nodded, watching the boy in front of him part from his father and step onto the conveyor belt. “How does the machine know what to put on your label?” the boy asked.  “Well, it – I don’t know, darlin...

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.

There was no sign of him at the old Morgan House, and there had been no sign of him at the abandoned railway station where they played as children. She had convinced herself that they had just missed each other each time, despite having slept in each lonely building for a night. Just one more time, but one more might be one too many. She hesitated in front of the boarded-up theater, hand clutching the key in the lock. Was it worth going in only to be alone again? Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Photo: Prompt from Mandy Wallace.

There were three of them. Three little children, lined up in a row: Edward, Lacey, and Albert. They were triplets, their mother had been a triplet, and their grandmother before them. Lacey often voiced her finest wish was to have triplets herself, two boys and one girl. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"But why would they text you?" "Don't be a jealous idiot. Just go left." Find this blurb on Pinterest ! Prompt: Found on Stencil.

Graveyard names outnumber the list of the living, and cemeteries have become the new apartment homes once hated so much. And now those buildings lay dormant, empty, abandoned. Find this blurb on Pinterest !

"I do so love the sound of moonlight."  "The sound?"  "There's a certain music, a pure and calming song."  "I don't hear anything."  "Not everyone does, poor things." Find this blurb on Pinterest !