100 Stories to Tell (+1 Tired Person)

[.Spaceman.]

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Just a lil' writing prompt thing I'll be doing.
Most of these will likely be unedited drabbles, so keep that in mind.
Feel free to post if you have any questions/comments!
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Prompts:

51 Mute
52 Blind
53 Deaf
54 Do No Evil(Shizaru)
55 Simplicities
56 Doors
57 Hall
58 Cloth
59 Ragdoll
60 Imaginary friend
61 Listening
62 Seeing
63 Holding back
64 White noise
65 Growth
66 Plants
67 Skies
68 Waves
69 Harmony
70 Tune
71 Whistle
72 Sleeping
73 Dreams
74 Denial
75 Tea
76 Numbers
77 Color
78 Lacking
79 Crippled
80 Annoyance
81 Glasses
82 Coat
83 Sewing
84 Knitting
85 Surprise
86 Dogs
87 Wolves
88 Hedgehogs
89 Dragons
90 Foxes
91 Snakes
92 Pocket dragons
93 Quiet
94 Hope
95 Battle Cry
96 Goodbyes
97 Hellos
98 Reunions
99 Friends/Enemies
100 You

1 Bells
2 Drawing
3 Paint
4 Singing
5 Snow
6 Poem
7 Tears
8 Letting go
9 Hurt
10 Dance
11 Grief
12 Emotions
13 What If . . .
14 I can’t
15 I will
16 Religion
17 Lost
18 Found
19 Hiding
20 Wind
21 Clouds
22 Rain
23 Light
24 Name
25 Heart
26 Self
27 Luck
28 Theft
29 Money
30 Rich
31 Poor
32 Love
33 Kiss
34 Electric
35 Danger
36 Flight
37 Wings
38 Swimming
39 Fire
40 Warmth
41 Birth
42 Moving on
43 Hands/Fingers
44 War is a curse
45 Smiling
46 Masks
47 Earth
48 Glass
49 Sand
50 Fifty! Choose your own!

[.Spaceman.]

Bells
(Inspired by Porter Robinson: Hear the Bells)


The snow rained down upon me
Swirled around me
Drowned me

Through it all I tried to see
Through it all I tried to walk
Through it all I tried to breathe

The Blizzard scoffed as if to say
Is this all you can bear?
In the midst of its blasé relay
I struggled to hear

But in the distance, I surely knew
The bells would chime for my return
And off the Blizzard flew
Why? I would never learn

[.Spaceman.]

Drawing/Paint

Our eyes met, mine full of nostalgia and yours brimming with melancholy. Those bright blue shining eyes that stared into the soul of my deep brown ones. My gaze flickered from your face to my hands and back. You noticed too, and turned to look at my blank paper. That's what always hurt the most. I had nothing to give and I never did. It filled me with guilt when you acknowledged that fact.

I've never been able to do anything for you. My paper was as empty as my pockets, and it not only hurt me but it hurt you. Because of me you were stuck, trapped, cornered. I realized it as soon as your world became deluged in black and white. Everything around us turned to a shade a grey that only served to remind me of my failures.

We both looked up at the same time. Your eyes were dark and clouded over with solitude. The look you gave me destroyed a piece of my heart. I reverted my gaze to one of your many sketches hanging on the wall, it was a boy with his chin rested in his hand staring longingly out what I could only assume was a window. In the corner of my eye, I caught sight of our balloon dart painting I'd convinced you to do with me. It looked crusted and dreary among your artistic pencil drawings.

I jumped a little when you touched my hand. In that moment, you looked so utterly sorrowful. A pang of guilt rang in my ears. My hand twitched as I reached for a paintbrush. "Please, come paint with me," I practically begged you. Your long hair swished from side to side as you shook your head in denial. The rejection almost broke me. I was crestfallen, but continued on, "then at least come watch me. Let me paint you a smile and a happy time. For once, please, let me help you."

Your frown momentarily faltered, and I saw your sweet smile I was hoping to see after so long. You let me lead you to the large canvas, where I dipped my brush in a color at random. You squeezed my hand while I painted with the other. The end result was a largely disproportionate face with wild hair, a large nose, and a goofy smile. Under it, I wrote:

Annabelle

[.Spaceman.]

Singing


You were singing again. In any other situation, I would've smiled hearing you're off-tune voice drifting in from the other room. You'd never been a good singer. But I couldn't smile knowing why you were singing. Instead of finding your discord amusing, it was absolutely heartbreaking.

I don't know when you started singing, but it immediately became a part of my life. Our life. At this point, I'm not sure it could even be called singing when it was more like a quiet rage to the heavens above. You'd been disconsolate for days and I was stuck being unable to properly comfort you. You may be bad at singing, but I was worse with words.

I finally managed to lift my self up off the couch and over to you room. My palms felt sweaty when I pushed open your door gently, peering in and hoping that my decision to go to you was the right one. I spotted you sitting on your bed wrapped completely in a big red blanket, the only thing visible was a tuft of your unruly black hair.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," Those same lyrics sung with an uneven breath seemed to have been on repeat all week.

"You make me happy when skies are gray," I stepped inside but remained near the door, unsure if I should interrupt you.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you," I heard your hoarse voice crack and I bit my lower lip. I took small steps in your direction.

"Please don't take my sunshine away..." When I reached you, I rubbed my hand over your shoulder, pulling you into a loose embrace. You leaned into me, your soft sobs buried in my chest.

"I'll always love you and make you happy," I continued for you, but stopped to give you some silence. I rocked you back and forth like a child as your cries turned to ragged breathing.

You'd always been the more emotionally unstable one. When your grandmother died, I couldn't imagine the affect it would have. All this time, I wanted to console you, but hadn't been able to work up the courage. And it was wrong of me to not do anything until now. You desperately needed the support I hadn't been giving. I knew your grandmother was your closest relative and I wished I'd been more considerate.

"Eli, dear, I'm here for you. Don't you forget that, okay? I always will be." You'd managed to stop crying after I spoke, and looked up to give me a shaky nod.

"Thank you, Annabelle."

[.Spaceman.]

Snow


"Out with you, then! I want you OUT!"

"D-dad, Dad, please! I-"

"You can call me 'Dad' once you've gotten you're head out of the clouds! Don't you come back here until you have yourself a solid future in mind!"

The slamming of the door still rung in my ears as I sat in the lonely coffee shop. I had my chin resting in one hand as I stared longingly out the window, the small snowflakes drifting around outside. I'd never actually been inside this particular coffee joint, but it was warm and the closest place from my house. I didn't have a proper coat after my Dad kicked me out of the house so I headed here.

He'd told me to return with a 'solid future' in mind, but I really knew that all he wanted was for me to take up business. Of course, I wanted to pursue an art degree, which was in his eyes the most flimsy career I could've chosen. I would probably up and go to a relative's for a while to calm down, as most of them were at least a tad more considerate than my father.

I continued to gaze out the window for a while longer until a voice broke my train of thought. I let my hand fall to the table as I looked over, wondering what someone could possibly want to talk to me for.

"Um, excuse me? Sir?"

"Hmm?"

"Were you going to order something?"

"Oh," I leaned back in my chair to check my pockets, but all I had on me was my phone and a penny I'd found on the ground. "uhh, no, sorry. I don't have any money."

"Then... are you waiting for someone?"

I finally realized that to the waitress, I was just some guy that walked in, sat at their tables, and stared out the window for fifteen minutes. If I wasn't buying anything, was I even allowed to be there? I bit my lip, unsure how to respond.

"No, I'm not," I went to stand, "Sorry, if I can't be here I'll just leave."

"N-no, no! I don't want to send you out in the snow anyway, you haven't got much more than a jacket. It's Christmas Eve, isn't it? I'll make you a cup of coffee."

I wanted to protest, but she had already left. I sat stiffly in my seat until she returned. I felt a little bad about getting a free drink. She came with two cups, sitting across from me to blow on hers softly. I sat there awkwardly, realizing that she wasn't going to leave. I grabbed the Styrofoam cup slowly. The girl looked up at me, flashing a smile. I glanced at her name tag, which read:

Annabelle

[.Spaceman.]

Poem


You would hold me
hug me
love me
be by my side

But I think I need to let off some steam
take a step away
and think
for a bit

I ponder my life
how far we've come
what's around the corner
but can't seem to make any sense

You say if I get lost you'll come to find me


So if I relinquish my mind,
will you help me catch it again?

And if I misplace my senses,
will you help me get them back?




If I lose my life,
will you help me find it?

[.Spaceman.]

Tears


I'm bawling my eyes out
I'm sobbing my fears
I won't let it ease up

I'm swimming in tears

You cannot make me smile
When it's pointless to wake up tomorrow
I'm drowning in sorrow

I'm swimming in tears

You will not make me laugh
When I'm struggling to swallow
Why do I feel so hollow?

I'm swimming in tears

You cannot see this side
The side that sits to wallow
Your cheer I would borrow

Wish I could shake these years

I'm swimming tears