Daily Writing Prompt Thread Thingy It'll Be Fun

[notabitail]

I DID write the last one... just never posted it

I wrote the last two in my head and never typed them out. At least you put it down somewhere.

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I wrote the last two in my head and never typed them out. At least you put it down somewhere.

Stop wasting time on BYC and write.

Or go to bed. One or the other.

 

[notabitail]

Stop wasting time on BYC and write.

Or go to bed. One or the other.

I should go to bed. We got the lovely daylight savings time here and it turns out it's made my sleep a train wreck.

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I should go to bed. We got the lovely daylight savings time here and it turns out it's made my sleep a train wreck.

I got so caught up in all the discussion my brain thinks the time has changed here too and i keep confusing myself Come actual change, imma die.

 

[notabitail]

I got so caught up in all the discussion my brain thinks the time has changed here too and i keep confusing myself Come actual change, imma die.

Congrats .

 

[thecatumbrella]

Not going to bed on time.

She sways on her feet, legs exhausted, but unwilling to yield. Her heart races along to the beat of generic drive music. Who the heck even listens to this, and why? All she can picture are 20-somethings with bleach-blonde tips and neon jackets, driving down a freeway to pass the time. It's a far cry from her world, where everything is a screen, everything is a distraction, and there's never a surplus of time to be passed. Still, the beat is just motivating enough to pretend that she's here by choice and not biology.

Taxes are best filed at 2AM, after all.

 

[Somewhere_In_The_Clouds]

I do have one I think most people here will relate to...

I actually go to bed at a fairly reasonable time, thank you

Whether I get off my phone to fall asleep is another matter

Not going to bed on time.

Spoiler

The bed was still made and untouched from this morning. Or yesterday morning, the clock had ticked over to a new day by now. Kiara exhaled through her mouth slowly as her mind ran more active and alert than she wanted it to be.

It always felt like there was a new memory, something that she could never view the same way. When there wasn’t something new, the old ones had their turns circulating. Reliving the past that no longer felt real or true. A past crafted of lies told in ways that were never supposed to be found out.

‘You’re making your own lies. You wouldn’t be having these problems if you hadn’t created them for yourself.’

“Get out of my head.” Kiara muttered. Rubbing a palm on her forehead she pushed herself away from the desk. Night after night had been the same, she was tired of it and her body craved sleep while also being so high on alert it wouldn’t rest.

Falling backwards onto the bed, she stared up. The ceiling had practically become her best friend. It had listened to many endless rants and frustrations or been stared at silently more than Kiara wanted to admit.

Kiara sighed as she finally reached out and flicked off the small light that had dimly lit the room. She lay staring into darkness as her eyes adjusted. Sleep could still be a long time to come.

 

[Isabella8Storm6]

I wrote something for the other prompt but it’s like rated R so didn’t post it

I debated just copy pasting an old piece that would would fit the bed prompt but decided to do this instead cuz why not

Spoiler

One night.
It was one night every year.
That’s all that he wanted.
The trees would whisper against it and their branches would bar the way, but trees can only reach so far and memories are a strong motivator, so tonight Eryan found himself picking his way up the cracked stone stairs to the entrance of a crumbling castle ruin.
He wasn’t sure why he did this. Perhaps it was guilt, or he simply wanted a reminder of what he’d been and what he’d done.
The empty throne room echoed his quiet footsteps as he walked down the middle, small between the towering pillars that stood as forgotten sentries.
His wings dragged trails through the thick undisturbed layer of dust that coated every surface.
A line of countless kings and it had all ended with him.
He sat upon the cracked throne and the past weighed heavy.
No sleep would come tonight, but at least it was only once a year.

 

[Amer]

I do have one I think most people here will relate to...

Not going to bed on time.

I actually wrote something for this because I can really relate to this but it's way too personal...