Writing Prompt

“Don’t kill the vibe, Graham,” Sadie trawled.

Vibe? The vibe? How does one go about killing a vibe? Do vibes have sentience now? Can you take the consciousness from a vibe? What the fuck even is a vibe?

God, Graham hated hipsters, and as someone who worked in advertisement, he was becoming increasingly surrounded by them, because, apparently, all young media students are hipsters.

Sadie was a ...

I drove to see the future And found my past as well Emotions like before that Pulled me back in to tell

I’ve walked too long, I’m tired now I fear I’m too far gone Emotionless, I’m faded now

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don’t kill the vibe Graham stay at your own station sit down have a drink don’t bother to even think don’t get your back up keep that smile even if it’s just for a little while go see that girl over there or that boy nobody here cares just be yourself you can’t be anybody else go speak to him just for once go out on a limb what’s the worst that could happen go and find your passion who cares if yo...

“Don’t kill the vibe, Graham.”

She looked at me standing just a few feet away. As she had been getting closer and closer, I’d been steering the conversation further and further than how it was meant to go.

In my head the stars should have been realigning for us. Snow falling as we kissed. Straight out of a telenovela. But of course what was really happening was the harsh reality of how I could...