Emotions

Prompt: You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions.
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Emotions are that basic instinct that makes us humans. Sometimes they are unwanted, and we want to get rid of them as soon as possible. Other times we go out there looking for those emotions we want desperately.
What if you could buy the emotions you want to feel? What if we could feel the thrill of parachuting without needing to do it? What if we could feel happy even if it was the worst day of your life?
Nowadays, you can buy any emotions you or others want to feel bottled up. You can even sell your own for a lot of money.
Once upon a time, emotions were what the humans considered the most important. Now, they are just something to spend your money with. Just a product to commerce with.
Avery and her company are worldwide known for their technological advances. They are number one in computers and phones, and they are working on expanding the company to produce prosthetics. What nobody knows is Avery's advancement on robotics. They are her kids, and she would kill every person who dared to touch them.
Her robots are not simple. They are not made to do a certain task. No. Her robots can learn, choose what they want to do, and even change their initial program so they can integrate what they have learned. However, the most important part is that they can feel. Those bottled emotions can easily be bought by anybody with enough money, and they don't only work on humans.
She has never been one to use fake emotions on herself, but she was curious if they would work on her children. If they could learn to understand emotions this way.
The results were better than she expected. When her robots felt emotions for the first time, they were lost about what it was, but after a few times, they started to understand the feeling, they learned to integrate it into their programs.
Emotions are no longers exclusive of humanity, and Avery cannot be more happy for her bots, her children. She doesn't need to buy happiness for herself. She just needs to be with her kids and see them grow.

Fuck

'Raven, come on, let me cook' I told to my baby dragon who kept clinging onto me. 'Wee can cuddle later, promise'
The dragon set me free with a displeased grumble and sat down on top of the freezer. I laughed a little and continued cooking. Suddenly, as I turned on the oven, the lights went off. I quickly turned off the oven and the stove, breath caught on my throat. Raven curled on my shoulders protectively, as I looked around for a way to turn on the lights again.
My roomate and I asked our neighbours if they knew how to turn them on. As my roomate and the neighbours looked for a way inside, I went downstairs to see if I could see anything. My heart beated loudly about the whole thing. I didn't want to think about what could happen if we didn't find a way to turn them back on. I knew it was an unfounded fear, but I couldn't avoid feeling it.
As I went upstairs again, I saw a light panel similar to the closed panel behind the door. I went to our floor, and saw that the neighbours had found the panel too. They opened it, but didn't know which switch would turn the lights on. They left as I looked at the panel.
Finally, I found the correct switch and turned on the lights. I let out a breathy laugh as relief flooded through me.
'I'm not going to turn on the oven ever again' I said with a laugh, only half joking.

It's getting real

The baby dragon chirped happyly as he munched on his breakfast. I smiled at him as I took a sip of my cofee. It was half past seven in the morning and I still had a bit more than an hour before I had to go to class. I was a nervous wreak as we had just started and I didn't know what to expect. I kept my eyes on the eating baby while I played with the mug on my hands. My mind free of any thought.
The sun was raising slowly, and warmth filled the balcony I was sitting on. I sighed, relaxing slightly as the heat of the sun warmed my body. My roomate came into the balcony, a whispered 'morning' as only greeting. She sat down on the chair next to me without a word and started drinking her juice while looking at the buildings nearby. When the dragon finished eating, he curled on my lap, resting his head on my hand and looking at me without blinking. I let a breathy laugh and started petting him.
After a few minutes, my roomate left to go to her classes. I still had a few minutes so I stayed on the balcony. After a bit, I stood and went to the kitchen to clean all the things I used to make my dragon's breakfast.
I left twenty minutes before the classes started. The nervousness was back full force and I had to force myself to take slow deep breaths, hopping to calm myself.
'Come on Raves, lets go!' I said to my baby as I practically ran down the stairs.
I met with the same group I met the day before. I played with my shirt as I waited for them. Yesterday, I waited for them with my roomate, so I didn't have much of a problem. I've known my roomate for a while so I am more or less comfortable with her. But this time I had to wait alone. Raves was flying around me, stopping just for a few seconds before starting to fly once again.
After a minute or two-that felt like hours- they started to arrive. I greeted them with a small smile and started talking to them. At first I didn't know what to say, I didn't know them at all, and I feared i would say something I shouldn't. Little by little, I started feeling more comfortable with them, and that fear disapeared. I couldn't help but smile to myself as a warm feeling spread through me, though that fear stayed at the back of my mind, where it always was.

Fear

This story was requested by my mom (just like "First day" even if I didn't say it before). I hope you like it, and I'm sorry I completely forgot to add the underground world.
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Darkness. Cold. Silence. Where did the laughter go? What happened to all the people relaxing on the beach? It was so peaceful just a moment ago. Surrounded by Friends, playing games. The sun hot on our skin. The smell of salt on our noses. Noise surrounding us. Now? Now all that had disappeared.

A moment ago I was playing with my friends on the sand, and suddenly a hole opened and swallowed us. I remember falling. I remember feeling as if gravity didn’t exist. I remember pain.

I yelled calling for help. Calling my friends. Looking for something, anything. Just more than darkness. More than cold rocks. I started to panic as nobody answered. Heavy silence filled the air. Its pressure crushing. My breathing became frantic. Heart beating loudly. Images of my friends crushed under rocks flashed on my mind.

Finally, a voice echoed on the cave, bringing me back from those awful images. My name. I started walking toward the direction I believed the voice came from. Hands touching the walls to guide me. Steps slow and careful. I yelled again, calling that same voice. This time the answer came immediately. I walked faster. Hope blooming on my heart.

I kept calling for them, wanting to guide myself with their voice. Suddenly,  they stopped responding. I stood I the middle of the darkness, heart beating loud in my ears. My chest raised and fell quickly as I struggled to breathe. I started running, yelling, begging for them to answer me.

I ran and ran looking for a figure to be distinguishable on the thick darkness. I yelled until my voice turned hoarse. But nobody answered.

I paused just enough to even my breathing. My legs burned and trembled as I tried to keep going. I couldn’t give up just yet. There must be something I could do to find them. To get out. I kept going as my body screamed in exhaustion.

I started tripping on uneven ground as my body failed to respond me. I collapsed on the ground unable to move my body. My eyes started feeling heavy, but I fought to stay awake. As I finally closed my eyes, I saw the sunlight slipping on the cave through a hole just big enough to fit a human.

Cooking

I've cooked two times in my life. I've never had the need to as I live with my parents and they have always been there to cook. The only times I've cooked was because my parents weren't at home, and I didn't have any other optiona if I wanted to eat. The first time I cooked I overcooked my meal - although I did eat everything, food is food after all-. The second time I undercooked it.
My family spent part of my summer telling me to learn to cook before starting to live alone, but in the end I didn't so the first night I improvised. As I started cooking the vegetables, my baby dragon rested on my shoulders, snoring softly. I swayed my hips as music filled the kitchen.
Suddenly, lighting filled the sky as thunder was heard over the music. A small yelp sounded by my ear as my dragon, that had been sleeping peacefully on my shoulders, woke up from the sudden sound. The dragon hid. It didn't start raining inmediatly, instead thunder filled the air and the sky greyed and darkened as the night fell. Slowly, the rain started falling. First, slowly, building momentum bit by bit.
I finished my cooking as my baby dragon hid as best as he could, showing his small face for a bit, but hidding again with each loud thunder. I couldn't help but smile as I saw my baby looking at me with his big green eyes.
I wouldn't say the meal was a complete success, but I am proud that it was pretty good. I ate listening to the sound of the rain as background. A meal with the sound of rain is always more enjoyable (even if my baby doesn't like it).

First days

First days are a mess. You don't know where you have to go. You don't know anybody and you're forced to talk to strangers even if you don't want to. My first day at university was a mix of nervousism, anxiousness, and pure terror.

I woke up earlier than I needed to just to make sure I wouldn't be late no matter what. Afer breakfast I met with a group of strangers so we would go together to university and atleast if we got lost it would be as a group. I was really nervous, I didn't know anybody, and I've never been good at socializing. I looked around me, looking at the people around me. We were very different to one another.

At the front two ghosts lidered the group. The ghosts were talking and laughing with some werewolves. Around me there were others with animal-like characteristics or similar traits. It was fun to be surounded by so many different people. I smiled o myself as my baby dragon settled over my shoulders, resting his head on my neck and making a purring sound.

Noche

A Maya le ha gustado observar el cielo nocturno desde siempre. Ver las estrellas decorando el oscuro cielo, rodeando a una luna brillante y hermosa. Ahora, viendo el cielo desde la ventana de su habitación no podía evitar odiarlo. La luz de la ciudad ocultando la belleza de aquel brillo distante que había acompañado sus sueños en su infancia. La luna apenas visible entre los altos edificios que luchaban por alcanzar la altura de aquel hermoso astro.

Maya ama el cielo nocturno, la luna y las estrellas, pero el resto del mundo prefiere la luz artificial creada por su amada tecnología

Go to hell

 Writing promt: "Go to hell" "Been there. The Devil didn't like me and spat me out



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I know I should probably shut up, let him take all the anger out of his system, and then talk to him again. Tell him my point of view. But it seems like I have a gift to annoy people and make them hate me because every time I open my mouth I make everything worse.

He's been yelling at me for who knows how long. Telling me how I should have tried harder to make it work. I've been trying to explain it to him, why I did it, why I think it went wrong. But every time I open my mouth he just shuts me up.
He's been yelling for a long time, and I am tired of hearing him telling me it's my fault. When I open my mouth again he cannot shut me up. I don't yell nut I can see it in his face, how his mouth twitches into a grimace. How he clenches and unclenches his hands. He is hurt. He is angry. And I don't care.

"Go to hell" he finally says.

I can't help but smirk, deeply amused.

"Been there. The Devil didn't like me and spat me back out" I said before leaving the room.

Time

Writing propmt: As a prisoner I have a lot of time inmy hands
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I've never noticed how long can a day feel when you have absolutely nothing to do. As a prisoner, I have a lot of time on my hands. The only consuming my time were the three meals a day and the two hours they let me use the gym for. For the rest of the day, I had to find a way to entertain myself.
For almost all my life, I've been a busy woman. Days blurred together, and I found myself more often than not forgetting to sleep or eat. I have long forgotten the last time I took a day for myself, or when was the last time I didn't have to worry about something work-related. It was somewhat freeing.
As a prisoner, your movements are always monitored and restricted so anything you want to do has to be approved. Thankfully, you can get a pen and paper quite easily and without any questions so when I asked for a notebook and a pen, they fame it to me without asking. I don't remember the last time I worked on a project of my own and not work-related, but the change was appreciated.
Day after day, I filled the notebook with projects I've been dreaming of doing for years. With so many time on my hands, I found myself finishing projects in record time, and soon I had to ask for more notebooks and more pens.
By the time I got out of the prison, I had so many projects waiting for me to take them out of the paper that I was eager to go back to work so I could have the materials to work on them. And damn if I was busy, I would find time somewhere to work on them.

Guerrero

El último enemigo cayó y Genis podía finalmente recuperar su respiración. La batalla había sido larga y exigente. Pese a no sentirlo, sabía que sus músculos debían estar al borde del agotamiento. El guerrero se reunió con sus compañeros con una sonrisa. Ninguno parecía estar gravemente herido aunque si estaban cubiertos de rasguños y cortes.

Tras asegurarse de que no quedaba ningún enemigo, el grupo se dirigió a casa en silencio.

Al llegar, Genis se dirigió directo a su habitación, quitándose la armadura cubierta de sangre durante el camino. El guerrero se sentó delante del espejo de su habitación, completamente desnudo y empezó su rutina diaria, revisando  cada parte de su cuerpo, cada milímetro de piel, incluyendo los ojos, para asegurarse de no tener ninguna herida que necesite tratamiento.

Como guerrero, no ser capaz de sentir dolor es una gran ventaja, pues puedes seguir luchando sin importar cuantas heridas recibas, pero era muy cansado, pues siempre estaba la posibilidad de morir, pues su cuerpo nunca lo avisará cuando este cerca de hacerlo