The Automated Life of Bob by 999inthedark, literature
Literature
The Automated Life of Bob
-The Automated Life of Bob- Written by Brandon M. Bird. "I'm moving." Says Bob after waking up. He looks around himself to find that the room he had fallen asleep in the night before, is gone, and he's now inside of a new room. Bob looks around carefully, panic beginning to show in his facial expressions and actions. "where am I? What's going on here?" As he looks around, he sees he's in a bed, blue sheets, blue blanket, blue comforter, blue pillows. His walls are also blue. The floor and ceiling, you guessed it, are azul. And on the wall are two paintings, one is of a field of grass. And the other, a field of sunflowers, facing towards the sun. He inspects the paintings, before shaking his head. "This isn't my bed! This isn't my room! These aren't my paintings! I know! I'll just, pinch myself awake!" Bob looks down to pinch himself, where he sees himself wearing blue pajamas. He rolls his eyes before closing them, and pinches himself, hard. "OW!" He quickly looked up to find...
Short Story #24: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie by 999inthedark, literature
Literature
Short Story #24: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Short Story #24: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie This week's list of words: 1. Mail 2. Dogs 3. Sleep Words given by lostgoose on Discord/Kingdom Guard. “Henry. Henry. Wake up. They're coming after me. Help me.” May's voice came from seemingly nowhere. Henry looked around, finding darkness everywhere. “Henry Brian Reginald. Get up. It's important that you wake up.” The darkness began to fill with a dim light. A hallway outside this, room? This view, seemed familiar to Henry. But he couldn't place it. It's been so long. From the hallway, two shadows showed, a man and a woman. The two were whispering. “Don't wake him.” The man's voice came first. “But he needs to.” “Let him sleep. We'll take care of this ourselves. He needn't be bothered anymore. This is our mess, not his.” “But, Frank. He...” “No, May. Say no more. I've been working on this for a very long time. Now that we're working together again, our plan will go perfectly.” She sighs. “Frank. Our plans never go perfectly. Remember our first
I'm tired of opening up to people. I'm tired of sharing my life. And thinking about it, strikes a deep wound in my heart. It's painful to admit this. My soul is tired.
YOUR VOICE MATTERS! YOUR VOICE CAN LEAD YOUR VOICE CAN INSPIRE YOUR VOICE! CAN INSTIGATE! YOUR VOICE CAN BUILD! YOUR VOICE CAN SUPPORT!! DON'T STOP USING YOUR VOICE!! DON'T STOP SHARING! DON'T STOP GIVING YOUR HEART! BECAUSE YOUR VOICE MATTERS!
Fighting Entropy is a Constant Battle by 999inthedark, literature
Literature
Fighting Entropy is a Constant Battle
Over a decade being held by depression Its tendrils tight upon my brain The darkness tightened that spot right behind my sternum I fought my own entropy Until I made a final confession And out of despair I found a new mentality, and hopped on that train I felt the beat of my heart once more like a drum I found myself on a brighter canopy Two years it's been, and finally a week of regression But I won't let it lead me back to that place, into that drain There is nothing there for me, not even a crumb I will no longer let depression be a part of my identity No longer shall I let myself stay in indecision Even if I trip and get a sprain I will claw my way out of that pit and hold onto every lum I will not go back to that despair for any of the rest of my eternity
No Sense Potato Random by 999inthedark, literature
Literature
No Sense Potato Random
"Your emotional maturity is like a hamburger. And your mental maturity is like a fresh-out-of-the oven pizza roll. You fall apart way too easily, and you burn anyone who thinks you're ready for more responsibility." -No Sense Potato-