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LHiggins
26 year old wannabe writer.
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Write anything based on/including the phrase 'make me a robot'.
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Krystal_Stones

We were wronged by being able to decide for ourselves 

Temptation and sin was too much for a human to bare 

I'm not turning my back on the Creator

I'm simply asking him to fix his mistake

Please own up to our misfortune and take away our will to do as we please

Make me and everyone else a robot

Save us from ourselves and others 

Bless us with simplicity 

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Write anything based on/including the phrase 'make me a robot'.
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Vyxyn

Human?

It hurts to be human

It's too painful in this place.

I don't want to feel these emotions

I don't want to know this face

Strip me of this skin

Strip me of this heart

To feel is the trouble I'm in

Oh master I beg of you please

To rid me of this disease

Turn me into clockwork

Give me gears inside

Something besides a heart to go "Tick-Tock"

Wind me up, now watch me work

Make me a robot

Hurry before this world

makes me go berserk!

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Being alone
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Krystal_Stones

I refuse to claim loneliness.

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Krystal_Stones in Stream of Consciousness

I do not consider someone removing their happy care free ways as a sign of growing up. It is nothing more than a method of survival. Their spirit dies daily while their flesh continues to thrive in a world designed to belittle then destroy.

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caramelstars in Poetry & Free Verse

Mortal

One day, our tales

will fill up books at school and

we will be forgotten.

One day, our cells

will turn into ashes

scattered on the ground

like a blanket keeping

the earth warm.

One day,

your loud mind will stop speaking

and silence will keep you company.

One day, different feet will walk this earth

and we will evanesce.

We will evanesce.

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Vyxyn in Stream of Consciousness

Dancing

I'm dancing in my living room right now.

Barefooted on concrete floor, my dogs think I'm crazy, I am enjoying life in the time I have left!

I swing my skirt, sway my hips, and give a little shimmy! Ole'! Haha! Am I in pain? Always darling, but I refuse to let it keep me from doing fun things like dancing!

Come on! Come dance with me it's wonderful fun!

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you know not what I now know
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You Know Not What I Now Know

"You know not what I now know."

Nurse Riley raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking what the hell was wrong with me but not actually daring to say the words.

I leaned forward smiling manically, "I know everything and you know nothing."

She continued to stare at me with a blank face but you could tell she was massively freaked out in her eyes. If I freaked her out I couldn't wait until the newbie Nurse met Chronic Masturbating Ben. "You're trying to scare me," she said, "It's not working." Oh but it so obviously was. "You're just crazy, like everyone else around here," she muttered to herself.

I'm not crazy. I promise you I'm not crazy. Granted, I occasionally introduce myself as my favourite fictional character, here and there I talk to inanimate objects, one time I forgot the difference between inflammable and flammable, oh - and once I ate glass. But nevertheless I'm still not crazy.

Promise.

"Levana?" Nurse Riley repeated, she'd been calling out to me a for at least a minute now. Turns out I'd dosed off again. She leaned into my personal space. I had to remind myself that there were better ways to tell the newbie Nurse that you didn't like people in your space than biting their nose's off. That was just considered impolite... or at least that's what I'd been told. I reeled backwards from the Nurse who smelled of a dog-like odour. Someone needed to tell this woman to stop trying to fit in with her pets by attempting to smell like them.

"Are these the correct pills you take everyday at 8 am?" She asked, glancing down at her clipboard before shaking the orange bottle of pills in front of me. I can't read, so I didn't have a clue. But I nodded anyway because pills are always good. Always.

Nurse Riley handed me the pill and watched me chug it down with the plastic cup of water before inspecting my open mouth. She leaned in real close again and I caught the distinct smell of Labrador.

Do not tell the newbie Nurse that she smells like an unwashed puppy Levana, that's just bad manners.

"Do you wash?" I wondered aloud. Nurse Riley glanced at me over her shoulder with a bemused frown on her face. She nodded. "So then do you sleep with your dogs?" I asked curiously. Her eyes blazed with obvious fury and her mouth tightened. Something else I knew that she didn't: she smelled like god-damned dog and needed a wash ASAP. 

See turns out crazy people do know things that others don't. Of course I'm only hypothetically crazy, we've already covered this.

I wondered if this Nurse would maintain control like most of the other Nurses did or would violently attack me like one of the patients would. If she attacked me then I'd bite her nose off. Self defence right?

She spun away from me and stormed out of my bleak, pale room with an angry jerk in every step. Oops. I hopped off the bed, the tiles feeling deliciously cold on my bare feet and wandered out into the hallway where a bit more action was to be seen than the dullness of my room.

Wall-Screamer Maddie was being led down the hallway with two male nurses at either side looking heavily drugged up. Hallucinating Harley sat tracing letters on the white walls that weren't there, Chronic Masturbating Ben was sat in the corner facing away from the room with his arm conspicuously jerking and Leila was curled into the side of a very uncomfortable looking Dr Harrison. Didn't look like she was going to be letting him go any time soon either.

He'd probably just prescribed her with some new really strong antidepressants and she was showing her thanks. And then there was someone else who I'd never seen before sat on one of the heavily stained leather couches facing the window. I could only see the back of a head, so curiously I wondered around the couch until I came to stand by Holloway Asylums latest patient.

He was a boy. And he was really, really pretty. He had dark brown hair cut too short to be shaggy but still long enough for it to be naturally wavy and all over the place, his eyes were a golden hazel and he had strong sharp facial features. His hazel eyes travelled to me and I swear to God flames were dancing in those eyes, bright yellow, boiling hot and angry flames that would burn to the bone if need be.

He stared at me, clearly waiting for me to explain why the hell I was staring at him. And at loss for words because he was so damn pretty all I could think to say was, "You know not what I now know."

Stupid. Crazy. Bitch.

Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #24: Using a minimum word count of 10, maximum word count of 250, Write a piece about GREED. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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MollyHooper

I’d kill for you.

I know

it is right

to be selfless. 

The hero

in the story,

soldier who takes the 

bullet 

that might have killed her.

It's common knowledge.

But knowledge 

never draws first

in a duel with instinct.