Write a story that feels lonely, despite being set in a packed city.
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“And Then There Were None” by Batool Hussain
Lonely.The colours of the next town remind me of children's toys. Every red is the exact same one, a brilliant cherry scarlet. Every blue is a bright royal hue, neither dark nor light. There are no trees, perhaps the foliage does not cooperate to be the same shade on every leaf. The street-lamps are the same canary yellow as the rain-slickers and the taxis. There is no pink, no grey, no orange or violet; but it is more than that. Nothing is sun-bleached, nothing scratched or chipped. The street is free of litter...
“My One” by Writer Maniac
I sip my steaming cup of coffee, as I look out from the window of the cafe. The backdrop of skyscrapers is artificial and comforting at the same time. Trying to touch the sky may be metaphorical for us puny humans, but for those huge buildings, it is their life choice. The people look like they are ready to become popsicles in this freezing winter. The tips of their noses are pink as they...
“ Pianissississimo” by Rhondalise Mitza
I pin lyrics up on my walls, even though I’ve never heard the music to go along with the words. Prisma says music used to be everywhere you turned and even when you were sitting completely still, the songs would still manage to find you. She says there were machines, all kinds of machines, that you could listen to whatever song you liked. There were these collections- she calls them playlists and her eyes get misty when she tells me about how Gray made over seventeen of them for her, one for each year they kne...
“She who Holds the Universe” by Amiable Sorceress
My feet stick out awkwardly from underneath the small blanket, trying desperately to get warm in the cold night. Frustrated, I get up and toss the blanket on the floor, comforting my feet with wool socks. It is useless to try and stop tomorrow from coming; it is the Star Child’s destiny or whatever. Anger bubbles up inside of me but immediately disappears to give room for the empty. The windows are drawn tight like they...
“The Opposite of Forever” by Doubra Akika
I wondered if they knew.They looked so happy, like in that moment, they were infinite. I wondered if they knew it wouldn't last for very long. If they did, they didn’t show it. They reveled in the moment. They were okay that something was going on now. Noisy children, dogs and laughter.Human beings don’t fascinate me. At least they don’t anymore. We’re predictable creatures, all of the time.I knew how this was going to end. I was too blind to accept it. Flickering images. Memories I should let go of are the ones I cli...
“My Mind Told Me To” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~
I kept my head down as I slowly walked through the cramped city of New York. I was walking back to my back alley behind the huge makeup sign, complete with a small cardboard box, which I used as a table for whatever food I could snag on from the streets. (I found the box in the giant dump) When I turned to go into my alley, no one looked at me. No one even took a small, quick glance at where this girl with a dirty brown coat was doing by strolling into a dark, frightening alley. No one takes interest in me. Maybe it’...
“The Villager” by Melissa Hassan
The paddy leaves were blowing in the soft, cool morning breeze, slightly bent from the weight of the now yellow grains which looked almost golden as Arun ran, with his sister trailing behind him giggling and pleading him to slow down. His sister's giggles and childish voice sounded almost angelic as it echoed through the field. He stopped abruptly and turned around to see she had stopped running as she stood there in the middle of the paddy field, bent, with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her b...
“It didn't happen on a Monday” by Jessica Primrose
As a teenager, I realized growing up wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, cliche; I know. It wasn’t so much the work that bothered me but more so, the deep, overwhelming, bitter feeling of loneliness, it crept up on me when I least expected it, and that included the safest place a person can be, their own home. I still remember the moment it happened. Though, admittedly, it is a bit of a blur. Bits and pieces remain of the memory. I think the mind works that way; it chooses what it wants to remember. And often, what remains of painful expe...
“Dear Emmeline” by 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙞 ☾
𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿Dear Emmeline I don’t even know why I’m writing this as letters can’t be delivered to heaven. But I guess my daughter is the person I love the most. So, even if this isn’t going to send to you, I’ll be contented that the name after ‘Dear’ in this letter was yours. After moving here for work, I just haven’t felt the same. I guess you could call me lonely, but over time I have learned how to lessen the pain. For example, the cafe is my refuge, this place I can make belie...
“Who is it? ” by Anja Z
The space, a vast network of stars, are constantly looming over us, looking as to see if we are doing everything we can. Once they go to bed the ever bright sun comes to take their day shift. I on the other hand, feel no use for either the moon or the stars, as the day just comes and goes and I just stay. Stay where I am weak and afraid. The tapping of the next victims’ head being smashed into the wall over and over again, only a brief reminder that I am indeed not alone.I look again out of the vast space where the need ...
“Sisterhood” by Eve Naden
She told me to wait here. Here, by the train station, where people in grey coats bustle out of the revolving doors. People with dark looks, with leather briefcases. It’s as if they’re all extras plucked from some London Documentary. Except, we’re in Shrewsbury, and this train station is a few metres away from a castle, the castle around which we took a guided tour. Me and you. My sister....
“Lonely in the Big City ” by Rebecca Lee
Atlanta, Georgia has been called the ‘capital city’ of the south, and rightfully so. With a mosaic of buildings – skyscrapers, high rises, and others – lining the downtown streets, Atlanta is a busy city. It is the location of several city, county, state, and federal government facilities, sporting arenas, corporate headquarters, conference centers, and an array of tourist attractions.The downtown area – called the historic center – offers an urban atmosphere, well-known attractions and restaurants, and of c...
“Truth of Being Me” by Amanda Meireles
Friends and family, I don't want to scare you or to make you feel guilty. I just want you to hear me one last time. I want you to understand my fear of life, my fear of the world, my fear of existing. "But what to fear?" Many would ask me. Life is the most precious thing we have, so why fear it? Why disappear? So, I ask you: Why li...
“Awaken.” by Lina Oz
Sleep.Alarm.The man switches it off.Eat.Work.Eat.Sleep.Alarm.The man switches it off.Eat.Work.Eat.Sleep.Alarm. The man sighs as he switches it off.Eat. A bowl of soggy flakes. Milk that’s almost expired.Work. A programmer. The job designed to “keep humanity running,” as the...
“Gemma: A Pathetic Fallacy” by Aqsa Malik
When I was seven, I requested my room be painted pink, the only valid colour to a 7 year old girl, with aspirations bigger than life itself. When I was thirteen, I decided to go with a crimson red to channel my inner scorpio and newfound ardor for astrology. When I was seventeen, I opted for a lemon yellow so I could always wake up to the sun.Now I’m twenty-two, and I’ve painted my four walls grey, so that they always reflect my mood.Today, the walls reflect...
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