Random Ass Writing Prompts

Soulmate Short Story #1

Okay so first off this is going to be pretty long. It was originally just going to be some short writing practice but I kinda got carried away. Also I will probably write another soulmate thing but it won't have any relation to this story. And also this is gonna be gay so hope you enjoy!  Also for like half of this, I was tired as shit.

Prompt: We are all born with a tattoo on our wrist, it reads the first sentence spoken to you by your soulmate. Your sentence: "Hey!

Of course I never believed in the whole thing about the tattoos. I knew plenty of people who were in committed relationships and their partners first sentence didn't match up with what the tattoo said. I also knew a few people who's first sentences did match up, but in my mind that was purely coincidence.

But today I was starting to consider the idea. Me and my boyfriend of two years, Malcom, had just had one of our biggest fights yet and started yelling. We had fought before but not like this. He was the one who brought it up.

"Y'KNOW, POPPY MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST BREAK UP SINCE WE'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!" Malcom yelled, holding up his right arm and pulling down the sleeve to expose the lengthy wall of text written along his pale skin in loopy lettering. It kinda stung honestly. Neither of us believed in the whole tattoo thing and didn't bring it up ever. I looked at him in shock and decided to retort with a similar comment.

"HONESTLY IT'S ALMOST PATHETIC THAT YOU DON'T MATCH MINE! IT'S LITERALLY ONE WORD! EVERYONE I'VE EVER MET HAS SAID IT EXCEPT YOU! FOR ALL I KNOW MY SOULMATE COULD BE MY FIFTH GRADE MATH TEACHER!" I replied, even louder. He looked hurt and enraged. I then realized I probably hurt myself just as much as I hurt Malcom. My tattoo was short, simple, and meant literally nothing. My tattoo was just "hey!". Admittedly I still got slightly excited when someone called me over using that word, but it was so vague that I kinda gave up looking for someone based on it.

Malcom's tattoo meant something at least. It was extremely specific and very long. Almost too long to be a sentence. There were plenty of grammar mistakes in the long wall of text which meant if someone came up to him saying those words, they'd be speaking fast. And if you looked closely, you could see accents on some of the letters, so the person he was meant to be with, would be foreign. The wall of text read:

"I'm terribly sorry but I think that you've taken my plàce and I don't know îf you're allowed, actually are you allowed, never mind but I wànt to ask if maybe you could fix the mistake I'm térribly sorry really oh boy you're hard to talk to and might I say sir but you're sightly attractive oh sorry I'm not from around here!!!". His tattoo was so unmistakable. Very unique and it was very likely that only one person would say that to him in his lifetime. Whereas my soulmate could be that guy I bumped into doing groceries a week ago. Surprisingly though, Malcom's first sentence to me, was "I'm angry and ready to die so mind your business", and mine was "are you okay".

It was a cold, windy winter's day when we met, my hair was blowing in my face so I could barely see. I was taking a walk and was about to head home when I saw a snow covered lump of blankets sitting next to the road. As I walked past, I saw a face buried in the folds of the thin cotton. Admittedly he was kinda attractive. He caught me staring and shot me a glare. I decided to check if he was okay.

"are you okay?" I asked tentatively.

"I'm angry and ready to die so mind your business" the lump with a face spat back. His response caught me off guard but I responded calmly.

"Well shit, I was worried about your physical health and now I'm worried about your mental health. Maybe y'know you could lighten up and at least work to improve one of the two." I responded.