No. Try again. -.-

So a couple of years ago, my friend, Zach called me up. It was like, the middle of the night. Like, 1am or something. “What could you possibly want, nimrod?” I asked. He laughed into the phone and said my mom just bought my Prom tickets online.” I sat up, turned on my light, and said “I didn’t know you were going to Prom.” He went quiet, so I asked “ummm… Okay. So who are you going with?” Again, he was quiet. Then something hit my window, so I told him I had to go, but I would call him back in a minute. He agreed, so I hung up. I walk over to my window, open it, then pop my head out. And when I look down and see Zach, he’s holding a single red rose in a bouquet of white roses. “Will you be my date to Prom,” he asked. I just stared at him… And stared, and stared, and stared. He looked down at the ground and said “this is the part where you say ‘yes’.” I stammered, thinking of how to say it, but I knew that what I had to say would hurt him. “Zach… I love you, but you’re my best friend. I can’t… It would be too weird… I’m sorry. Goodnight, Zachary.” I closed my window, turned off my light, and cried myself to sleep. I felt hurt because I hurt someone I loved. So Prom is the one place I will never go to. Ever.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”


If I Leave…

Hello all of you beautiful potatoes. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say that every single individual out there in this harsh world are survivors. But unfortunately, not everyone survives this war. And if you do survive, you may be forced to make drastic changes and sacrifices in your life. I’m afraid to inform you that this will be my last and final post. In order to survive any longer, I need to leave my home and where I’m going… Well, let’s just say that I will be unable to post for quite some time. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t care about all of you. It just means that I am doing my best to live on. So in memory of all of your wise words, I will pass on everything that I have learned from all of you. May all of you survive this Nightmare. Goodbye…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Last Words.”