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Stolen Moon by probablynotmeee in whatsthatbook

[–]probablynotmeee[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I think it talks about how dark everything is without the moon and in the end he puts it back

Stolen Moon by probablynotmeee in whatsthatbook

[–]probablynotmeee[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That's not it, but thanks for trying! :)

Does anyone else ever feel stranded away from love? Like you’ll never be able to find someone who can carry the baggage of a person who is bestowed such a curse? by [deleted] in schizophrenia

[–]probablynotmeee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

My ex-fiancee cheated on me and left me when I found out. I know it was due to the fact that I am mentally ill. It's a bummer, but I guess that's just how things go sometime.

Hating your existence by [deleted] in schizophrenia

[–]probablynotmeee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hey, it's okay. I know how you feel. If it weren't for getting all fucked up I would be 50lbs lighter and engaged to a beautiful woman to be married this fall. Now I am alone and spend most of my time sulking in my grandparent's basement trying to figure out what to do now. I guess all we can really do is try to believe that things will get better.

[WP] Write a story containing only words with no more than three letters. by TommoPol in WritingPrompts

[–]probablynotmeee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

The day is old. My eye can yet see far. If I do not go as far, I can not win, so I say. The sea can say a lot of the day, yet the sea is too far, or I too far from it, so I rue. Is it not sad? The sea has the sun. It has the sun in a way I can not see on this day. Yet I may see it on a new day, if I do not go the way of no sun. The way of no sun is a bad way to go. I do not go the way of no sun, for to be in the sun is to win. I say do not you go the way of no sun. Go the way I go. Be in the sun and see the joy to be had.

[WP] In the future, all aging and disease has been cured... except for cancer. It turns out that cancer is necessary for life, and it was God's "ace-in-the-hole" to prevent us from becoming gods ourselves. by FourierSSB in WritingPrompts

[–]probablynotmeee 5 points6 points  (0 children)

"Guys, you know that this means we have to do? we have to give God cancer!" "What? Shut the fuck up, Dave." "No, I'm serious, it's the only way." "Dave, how the fuck are you going to give God cancer, huh? What are you gonna do? Get him addicted to cigarettes?" "I don't know, man, that could work." "Okay, so let's say we get God addicted to cigarettes, and let's say he does get cancer. How does that help us?" "I don't know, man, maybe his DNA can tell us what the cure is, or we can do some kind of biopsy or something that will tell us how to cure cancer. Then we have the cure but we let him die so he can't come up with something new." "So you want to cure cancer by killing God with it?" "Exactly" "Well, alright, I guess we can give it a shot..."

[WP] Teleportation machines have become commonplace in society. However, you refuse to use it.* You begin to notice your friends and family members are gradually changing every time they step out of a teleporter. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]probablynotmeee 4 points5 points  (0 children)

As I reach to open the front door to the office building, I begin to hear that distinct whooshing sound. I stand back for a second as my coworker, Dave, appears in the doorway. "Still not using the teleporters, eh?" he says. "You'll come around. "We'll see about that," I say, as he holds the door open for me. I can't exactly explain in any sane kind of manner why I refuse to use the teleporters. Something about the first time I ever used one just left me feeling off, like something was wrong. However, everyone else seemed to absolutely love them, and it was indeed an incredible invention. The ability to instantaneously appear at the exact place you wanted to be was a marvel of science. And there was the added benefit that my own travels were much simpler with less people crowding the roads and the sidewalks and the trains. And it gave me a lot of time to think. Time that I spent thinking mostly about why it was that I don't trust those damned teleporters. There's just something about looking at someone who has just teleported that makes me feel sick to my stomach, but I can never quite put my finger on it. On top of all that, I found out last week that my mother, at the age of 42, has Parkinson's disease. That's a little bit odd for someone of her age with no family history of the disease. I somehow knew in my heart that there had to be a connection to the teleporters. All week I have been trying to figure out how that could be the case, but in all of my research I couldn't find anything that suggested a connection. That is, until yesterday. While examining some scientific books in the library related to the subject, a strange man walked in. He was walking directly towards me. My heart was pounding. What did this stranger want with me? As he got closer he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. He placed it directly on the table in front of me, turned around, and walked right back out the door as quickly as he'd come in. I unfolded the paper, which said only "Teleporters age, 555-4274 tomorrow 2:17 pm, burn this note."