He didn't want to sleep.
Not tonight, not ever.
They got worse and worse. Each night was agony.
He didn't want to face the pain anymore, but he didn't want to die either.
His insomnia was the result of the nightmares. The nightmares were the result of getting too close, too close to anyone.
He decided to stay away from everyone; to pacify the incoming nightmares. But it didn't work. Nothing worked.
His decision led to social awkwardness; it was inevitable. He was a loner that no one wanted to waste their time with.
Fortunately but unfortunately, one person was determined to help. They didn't know what they were getting into...
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Random Writing Prompts
RandomAnyone can be a writer. They just either don't do it, or can't brainstorm decent story ideas. These prompts are ideas I could never continue. You may use them, and take credit for it. I only gave the idea. If you use a prompt, you deserve the c...
