From Pebble to Problem: A Love Story

[InkyWhispers]

I was just walking past this random rock, okay?
Minding my own business, being cute, breathing air, living my life.
Out of nowhere I said,

"Ugh, at least you don’t have feelings. Lucky."

And suddenly the rock shimmered.
Not even in a nice way.
Like it was trying too hard to shine but failed.
Then I hear this deep, scratchy voice go,

"I didn’t... until you spoke to me."

I turned.
It had eyes. Real molten looking ones. Blinking. Like flirty.
WAS THAT A BLUSH, eh??!!
Sir. You’re a BOULDER.
Me: "I—I was joking!"
Rock: "And I was falling."

Now it’s texting me "wyd" at 2AM. (Oh, come on, bruh)
Says it wants to "settle down… geologically."
Keeps calling me "the wind that eroded its walls."

BABE. I can’t even spell erosion properly. *shrugs shoulder*

It sent me a Spotify playlist titled "Hard for You."
And now wants to take me to a volcano for our honeymoon.
Like, I was just insulting a rock.
Now I’m stuck in some toxic love story with a crusty piece of the Earth.

Please. Someone help.

Or just send a jackhammer.
Or a priest.
Or a geologist.
Or a damn earthquake.

I’m too fabulous for this geologic mess.

…but like I guess I could give him a second thought.
I mean he's literally the only one rolling toward me these days.

Sigh. My type?

Apparently, I like ‘em rugged, ancient and completely incapable of emotional growth just like this rock.

Screams into the void. Screams at my reflection. Screams at a pebble.

Why am I like this??

 

[Rasputin_M]

I was just walking past this random rock, okay?
Minding my own business, being cute, breathing air, living my life.
Out of nowhere I said,

"Ugh, at least you don’t have feelings. Lucky."

And suddenly the rock shimmered.
Not even in a nice way.
Like it was trying too hard to shine but failed.
Then I hear this deep, scratchy voice go,

"I didn’t... until you spoke to me."

I turned.
It had eyes. Real molten looking ones. Blinking. Like flirty.
WAS THAT A BLUSH, eh??!!
Sir. You’re a BOULDER.
Me: "I—I was joking!"
Rock: "And I was falling."

Now it’s texting me "wyd" at 2AM. (Oh, come on, bruh)
Says it wants to "settle down… geologically."
Keeps calling me "the wind that eroded its walls."

BABE. I can’t even spell erosion properly. *shrugs shoulder*

It sent me a Spotify playlist titled "Hard for You."
And now wants to take me to a volcano for our honeymoon.
Like, I was just insulting a rock.
Now I’m stuck in some toxic love story with a crusty piece of the Earth.

Please. Someone help.

Or just send a jackhammer.
Or a priest.
Or a geologist.
Or a damn earthquake.

I’m too fabulous for this geologic mess.

…but like I guess I could give him a second thought.
I mean he's literally the only one rolling toward me these days.

Sigh. My type?

Apparently, I like ‘em rugged, ancient and completely incapable of emotional growth just like this rock.

Screams into the void. Screams at my reflection. Screams at a pebble.

Why am I like this??

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Hello and good evening Ms. . Very well written and yes it has a deep meaning as well. Sometimes we come across people in life who seem like a rock , hard , emotionless and almost dead in their heart. But such is not the case. No human being is devoid of emotions , it's just sometimes life and circumstances make them like that. Everyone has a breaking point and these so called rocks probably have reached that yet that does not mean they are not capable of emotions anymore. Maybe they just need a little bit stirring up . Cheers!!!

 

[Bhoot]

It says everything yet nothing

 

[Sherl0ck]

I was just walking past this random rock, okay?
Minding my own business, being cute, breathing air, living my life.
Out of nowhere I said,

"Ugh, at least you don’t have feelings. Lucky."

And suddenly the rock shimmered.
Not even in a nice way.
Like it was trying too hard to shine but failed.
Then I hear this deep, scratchy voice go,

"I didn’t... until you spoke to me."

I turned.
It had eyes. Real molten looking ones. Blinking. Like flirty.
WAS THAT A BLUSH, eh??!!
Sir. You’re a BOULDER.
Me: "I—I was joking!"
Rock: "And I was falling."

Now it’s texting me "wyd" at 2AM. (Oh, come on, bruh)
Says it wants to "settle down… geologically."
Keeps calling me "the wind that eroded its walls."

BABE. I can’t even spell erosion properly. *shrugs shoulder*

It sent me a Spotify playlist titled "Hard for You."
And now wants to take me to a volcano for our honeymoon.
Like, I was just insulting a rock.
Now I’m stuck in some toxic love story with a crusty piece of the Earth.

Please. Someone help.

Or just send a jackhammer.
Or a priest.
Or a geologist.
Or a damn earthquake.

I’m too fabulous for this geologic mess.

…but like I guess I could give him a second thought.
I mean he's literally the only one rolling toward me these days.

Sigh. My type?

Apparently, I like ‘em rugged, ancient and completely incapable of emotional growth just like this rock.

Screams into the void. Screams at my reflection. Screams at a pebble.

Why am I like this??

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Salute your thoughts, well written.. slow claps

 

[Anikket]

I really like very much this kinda writing skill..when someone tries to explain their feelings by setting an example of nature,science or sometimes in another form..

Very well written..keep writing please..

 

[Solara]

Honestly, if I were that boulder, I’d fall too. I mean, someone walks by all cute and emotionally destructive? Irresistible.

Tell the rock to get in line though—I saw you first.

 

[OliviaRose]

I was just walking past this random rock, okay?
Minding my own business, being cute, breathing air, living my life.
Out of nowhere I said,

"Ugh, at least you don’t have feelings. Lucky."

And suddenly the rock shimmered.
Not even in a nice way.
Like it was trying too hard to shine but failed.
Then I hear this deep, scratchy voice go,

"I didn’t... until you spoke to me."

I turned.
It had eyes. Real molten looking ones. Blinking. Like flirty.
WAS THAT A BLUSH, eh??!!
Sir. You’re a BOULDER.
Me: "I—I was joking!"
Rock: "And I was falling."

Now it’s texting me "wyd" at 2AM. (Oh, come on, bruh)
Says it wants to "settle down… geologically."
Keeps calling me "the wind that eroded its walls."

BABE. I can’t even spell erosion properly. *shrugs shoulder*

It sent me a Spotify playlist titled "Hard for You."
And now wants to take me to a volcano for our honeymoon.
Like, I was just insulting a rock.
Now I’m stuck in some toxic love story with a crusty piece of the Earth.

Please. Someone help.

Or just send a jackhammer.
Or a priest.
Or a geologist.
Or a damn earthquake.

I’m too fabulous for this geologic mess.

…but like I guess I could give him a second thought.
I mean he's literally the only one rolling toward me these days.

Sigh. My type?

Apparently, I like ‘em rugged, ancient and completely incapable of emotional growth just like this rock.

Screams into the void. Screams at my reflection. Screams at a pebble.

Why am I like this??

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This is cute and nicely put together!